The 13th Child Keeps Following Me Home (Poem 27 of 30: 2016)

Atmosphere, smoke and green tea leaves on tongue
Suffocating in the penetrating stillness
Incandescence caught in the diaphanous humidity
Choking on the ashes of the cruelest month
As something moves beyond the emerald edge
Predatory eyes linger
Tracking buzzbomb lamplight
Scapulas shatter
Screams carried off
Into ravenous wild pine
Quiet reclaims the pitch


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