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What the Acid Stole From Me

over time, acidic

By R.C. TaylorPublished about a year ago 1 min read
What the Acid Stole From Me
Photo by Liz Harrell on Unsplash

feeble flick of fin

disappearing down down down.

algae bloom flutters.

nature poetry

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R.C. Taylor

I write to invoke, to process, to honor, to resurrect, and—sometimes—to grieve but, above all, I write to be free.

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Comments (2)

  • Harbor Benassa11 months ago

    Proof that less is sometimes more! I love how so few words conjure sharp imagery.

  • Paul Stewartabout a year ago

    ooooh! love the alliteration in this!

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