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Today’s Short #Poem 329

Ripped Ectoplasm

Pockets full of sand
dig me down
into the floor
Round my belly
a weight of earth
like death

Let me bring you gifts –
apples, grapefruit, honey
I crave your kitchen
to drink coffee, get warm,
release
the private chapters of my diary

Ashley Bovan

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