swallowed flies & fallen sky

NovPAD Day 11 (scary poem)

waist high grass
& wind’s whimmer

she lies in it

as a body in a river
as a woman going grey

gives herself up
to growth’s tide & grass’ run

bowed over by a thousand blind heads
slashed by shadows’ whips

she’s drowning in summer, 
knows the choke
of swallowed flies & fallen sky

mouth     oh
dark        oh

this sea of motion
       gamut of whispering
this is fear
       entry’s concentric rings press in & in
       no breath 
       no up

just heat

just waiting

& comfortless blue

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