Jill Mann | To Ashes

the taste of you

burned in my mouth

a tiny acrid fire

that made me salivate

in autumn’s absence

 

 

 

you where nowhere

 

 

 

I smoldered wildly

like an expanse

of violet coated fields

 

 

magenta, resplendent

and mournful

 

 

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