Is it Monday? I’ve lost track and several laps to sleep and incoherence. Because when I think, I cough until I cry, I give you this instead and until … tomorrow.
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I am night sky
dark pulsation
pierced
by urchins
spiny luminescent
agony
slid through flesh
repeated intrusion
exquisitely defining
but in time
merely
stars
Hint: The best cough syrup is 900 proof, with lemon. Feel better soon.
Thought you were off Lenting?
as always, beautiful words
Thank you, Madison.
Much appreciated.
I’m late at the commenting. New job is distracting me.
Spiny urchin piercing is an awesome description of a cough. I will now imagine them in my throat, every time.
Honestly?
That metaphor, while apt, never occurred to me.
HA!