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Raised Bed

Planting Season

By Bride of SoundPublished 7 months ago • 1 min read
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Devour me,

Sour corn cob

•

Shucked by the hawk

And dropped

From the sky

•

Red, shriveled

Left out to dry

•

For the rabbits

And the squirrels

•

Parking lot pyramid

Of discarded

Sunflower seeds

And tulip heads

•

This is not a grave

•

This is a bed of weeds

Fertilized by

Thieves

•

Gathered by

Prey

•

Now, the old beer cans

Are sprouting

From the soil

•

Fenced in

By barbed wire

•

If they try to steal my harvest

They will twitch

And learn, learn, learn.

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Bride of Sound

I explore themes of altered perception, distortion of the body, and dysfunctional romance. Sometimes chaotic, attempting to control.

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    Written by Bride of Sound