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30/30 Poetry Challenge (2017) Creative Writing Poetry

Day 18 – In the sordid forest of worship

By on June 9, 2017

[Photo Credit: Flickr, Photomontage]

in the sordid forest of worship

we smear our skin with dirt
to devour the darkness

our blood pounds like poison milk
frantic for a ghost to show
and one wet kiss away from morning

we melt screams like wax
and chant in the smoke
of a thousand tongues
beaten raw with diamonds

then fish for a god
in the flower garden
one with a warm whisper
and a honey rain that comes
as hard as death likes to smile

[This poem crafted with help from the magnets.]

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