Fragment
Fragment
where the heart beats red to the
movement of breath and
the breadth of something previously
unaware.
Augmented and solidified;
a stroke of india ink and
pearly teardrops.
The end of winter is sordid
and bruised. Leaflike.
These veins from red to blue to
green. A splash of chlorophyll
en masse.
A scene of fractured vocals;
a baseline trajectory.
Sour and obsessive.
The taste foreboding.
Licking fingertips — how candid.
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