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Fire has brought her to the brim
(stone)
end of the sky, the mar
-bled place where why no longer
matters.
Scatter her scales, they weigh
nothing, anyway;
the frailty of her un
-checked skin, a song.
She wants, and haunts, her
heart a moon cracked open
to let slip free hands,
………………….known ghosts.
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I love her heart, a moon cracked open…..
Pretty snazzy title, girly.
Very, very clever:
“Fire has brought her to the brim
(stone)”
“Scatter her scales, they weigh [weeee]” … Like what I squeal when I’m on the swingset. 🙂
Now you’re stealing my secrets (and I’m so glad); I see my tricks in the ending with the way you embedded “freak-known ghosts.” It also morphs into other things, like “freak ‘n’ own ghosts,” “two: let’s lip free … let’s lip freak-known ghosts … let’s lip, freak — ‘n’ own ghosts!” I could go on and on with different combinations and possibilities, of course. 🙂
Love this … obviously.
who is LZ? may i read your blog?
she wears a dragonesque cape
thinking it protects her