Challenge Poems Closed This Coming Week
Slat Faults
September 8, 2023
shed of fear has poisoned me
brain in bitter tannin dark
wrapped round a core of something
I'd rather not suss out too much
expecting salts of Mercury
twinning sweet to Gemini
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Yeah, I worked in a toxic shed, poisoned myself, and have no brain, so unless someone wants the *really* muddled poetry, commissions are closed through next Friday.
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