Nov 2015
a chimney once held between
******* lies on the pavement
head kicked in
ash spluttered
against the concrete
embers refusing to let go
of their blood orange glow
******* lies on the pavement
head kicked in
ash spluttered
against the concrete
embers refusing to let go
of their blood orange glow
I challenged myself not to use punctuation. It was difficult.
Written by
Kayla Hollatz
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