little truth

shadows silenced her door
the day she died
hovered over
her miniature roses

digging into earth
for a pulse

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2 Responses to little truth

  1. yes, ok. brevity is the essence of…(w/sh)it. incredible last image there, brother g. worthy of samuel beckett.

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