How clever — piece-by-piece you disappeared.At first your eyes would wander…
…
Out in the forest grows
Chain-link the shape of rooted trees
Spirit burst open wherefew drops of sunlight shred sutureswicked in a beautiful chest
Haunt
Like saffron-scented oilsliding across the surfaceof a sacred vessel,the last umbered-pink glow of the sunslipped over…
I used to only want the best for me.
And here I am again.. In the middle of no-man’s land.
These were the top 10 stories published by Raw Poetry; you can also dive into yearly archives: 2018, 2019.