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NaPoWriMo: Day 12

Charon I am the boatman Dear traveler, waylaid On your journey, Step up, step up Take my hand I am the boatman Wrapped in rags Of sorrow, Eyes of gelid fire Limbs of sinewy ropes An obol for the boatman One more coin to Toss into the river Plucked from the mouth of Another soul… Continue reading NaPoWriMo: Day 12

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NaPoWriMo: Day 6

Untitled i wore the shirt you left or did i take it? borrowed, only borrowed a relic a symbol a souvenir you know i hate this part the waking from you the stumbling the retreating darkness the crust of mascara around morning eyes what sweet relief to slip back into your bed under your arm… Continue reading NaPoWriMo: Day 6