Set
Start
Now stop
Inhale deep
Acrid iron taste
A gift from uninvited guts
Word shards stick in throat; forehead glistens like dewy morn
Quivering like like golden leaves of a quaking aspen
Sleight of drifting hands caught in the pull of neutron stars in the form of pinky fingers
About the Creator
Aaron Morrison
Born during a (___natural disaster___), Aaron spends his free time exploring (___unusual location (plural) ___) and raising domesticated (___fictional creature (plural)___).
Author of LUNARTIC (and other poems)
insta: @theaaronmorrison
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