Memory Twigs (NaPoWriMo/GloPoWriMo)
Written for NaPoWriMo/GloPoWriMo AND The Sunday Whirl
https://sundaywhirl.wordpress.com/2024/04/14/wordle-650/
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Memory twigs fall
On ledge of my mind
Where I do not wish
To wallow lest
I wake ancestors
Cause their crystal cup
Thus far, unbroken
To suddenly shatter…
I cannot abide stench–
Blood of divine cells
Drip of their august
Creation–spilling down
My face, coursing over
My body, covering my
Feet…and rising back
Up, so deep, too deep
Until I drown in cursed
Mystery unsolved…
Of what I came from
Who I should have been
©V.Sparrow, 2024