Friday, November 15, 2013

Drought

We drink dust through cracked lips
swallowing nosily.
Our skin hangs in loose folds,
dull, flaking,
bones ache, joints rub against one another
with soft, scraping sounds.
We stand lighting matches in the fire,
dreaming of rain.


For November PAD.

7 comments:

  1. I can see that day, but mostly, through your words, I feel it too.

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  2. A drought that would sure make one shout

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  3. whew...all dried up....got to watch playing with fire at that point...it might all burn to the ground...

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  4. "Lighting matches in the fire" can be fun!
    Like getting slapped in the face because if feels so good when it's over, maybe.

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  5. Very expressive series of images, Mary--and excellent work with the metaphor.

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