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Lost in the Reeds: Prose Poem

The wounds are another mouth

Photo by Mahdi Bafande on Unsplash

The wounds are
another mouth
where lips shouldn’t be
and no vocal cords
are attached —

still…flapping screaming wailing — like reeds around a marsh — they are pure sound distraction — once I fell into a wound in the shape of a fire pit…

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J.D. Harms

J.D. Harms

Former hairstylist, perpetual philosophy student, swallowed by poetry, writing, ideas