The Death of Words

Introducing Poet Girl Em

Poet Girl Em

prone cold on forest floor buried
in a ratted nest of torn pages

crumpled, tossed
in bloody autumn shades of pain

stale air hushes
— gusts the death of words

arboretum canopy covers
tucked in a winter wild with chaos

fabric shreds hang off limbs
dirtied hiding from time’s abuse

fucked by wealth of words
— errantly used

stung by false love
crash-and-burned

reaching out a hand
a skeleton in thin skin

picking out refrains
from rotting teeth

spitting out prose
that failed

bonfire wails
of voices killed

from inside
spilled

~ Emily C.

2.22.17

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3 Comments Add yours

  1. So glad you chose Em, I have read her work for a long time and she’s superb – this is an excellent example of how good she is!

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    1. Glad to have found her!

      Liked by 1 person

      1. she’s awesome – you seem to have an uncanny ability to find the best on WP this I have noticed

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