Dry Spell

The moon’s got a river
of promise running through
her milky skin, a vein of
waning soul. I’ve got a
fallen-scar wish that
says she’s willing
to die for that ocean.

And really,
aren’t we all
just bodies of water
and bone?

 

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Written for Poetic Asides and twiglet #147

 

 

 

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4 Responses to Dry Spell

  1. lifelessons says:

    The moon’s got a river
    of promise running through
    her milky skin, a vein of
    waning soul.

    Love it.

  2. Misky says:

    Oh yeah, “bodies of water and bone?” Very nice.

  3. qbit says:

    Oh, yes. Most excellent.

  4. Beautiful imagery combining the prompts – love also how smoothly the words flow

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