Quickworded
November 25, 2019
Quickworded
I flensed quickworded
the face of my brother
full sore he flinched
then soured against me
his loss bit deep
alone I wildered
wield not word-swords
ware be our speaking
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Murray Alfredson
If you don't learn to write your own story, someone else will write it for you