keepsake one Tuesday morning

as if to fall up from the

concrete cliff was so easy my night

terror often red she swallows me up

drinks me like water Venus the trapped

opens paths long to overly extended paper

planes and blocks on fire tumble over

us bursting upon an unassumingly frightening world

mbrazfield (c) 2020

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