Part Twenty Nine
Poppy's Prompt: January Edition
the holes
that slept with never
kept it together
wept forever
are held together
by a cloth
made of pure
patchwork wishes
and the dreams
that never went away
the holes
always a new sum
a promise
always a new sun
and with it
a vista of endless
pale yellow fields
the holes peel
layer by layer
babushka dolls
made of onion
made of paper and light
(the yellow fields fade)
made of hope and sound
(promises delayed)
these holes
these lacrimal bullet holes
they leak a sadness
this salty path
leads to another
involuntary vigil
a two am type sorrow
part twenty nine
About the Creator
Bren
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