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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?
Frothing Hangman โ€” a noose suspended over a stormy, blood-streaked sea
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