Heart impale the glistening sharpened
nail to hole and wriggle deep and plunder all. And plunge
each beat a sour sweet tangerine leaks
citric sparks suffocated into blood orange.
—Meghan Hartman
Flesh afresh the flame scorch high beyond
the ground but to soft lime sky. Breathe not a tear comes flood
abound, and echo softly drowning sounds.
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