Frothing Hangman
โ An informal, winter poem I wrote (a writing practice)
Copper blood
and rope-throat
swinging
swaying
skittering in the wind
Winding buds
a gleaming gulf
Sinking
Wading
Let's plummet together
Quiet now
quiet
everything
is
fine
Let's hold our breath
until we run out
Is that fine
with you?
Until we run out
of breath
I was afraid of smoke
but now I fear tides more
Ebbing tides
forged from
tears
Weeping
surging
in a
gust of wind
The shores of life
Do they
do they
overlook an ocean of dying?
Thorned smoke
icy jabs
It hurts
it kind of hurts
Let's swim together
shall we?
Pain burns
but
ice hurts more
doesn't it?
Your tears
taste of blood
My eternity of blood
and fume
ashes
in my mouth
burning
in an ocean
of killing
Let's go
let's go
I'll tie a stone to your feet
Will you tie one to mine?