My latest five-line poem.
Death Blossoms
Death blossoms beneath my skin;
the vines line my veins, as thorns
pulsate underneath, prickling my
veneer. I stand firm, using the ferns
to climb away from Death’s approach.
Poem: Death Blossoms
Milam's Musings
“All you do is sit down at a typewriter and bleed.”
Milam's Musings 
Very immersing and visceral!
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