Slither

pace slow we quicken

a cold heart crossing

the sun dust indented

 

it scares us to be so

far into the heath

we choose a branch

 

and wander

and wonder

 

through the grass

some old curse

shedding

 

 

By Rebecca Sullivan

 

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