My latest five-line original poem.
The Thicket
yesterday i fell in a patch of berries.
a tart thicket, i was estranged from
the promise of sweetness with thorns
instead — we eloped, sinking below
the soil; our souls a new nutrient.
Poem: The Thicket
Milam's Musings
“All you do is sit down at a typewriter and bleed.”
Milam's Musings 
Great piece! Congrats!!
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