butters
High on a Hill
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sight: cumulus clouds
sound: distant voices
scent: burning
touch: hand made paper
taste: glue of envelope or stamp
they weren't my letters to burn
were you cruel to dispatch them that way,
distant voices of the dead
elegantly penned in flowing cursive?
words of love and guilt
manipulation and memory
woven across spans of hand-made paper
consigned to ghosts and ashes
nebulous vapours spiraling up
disappear in an armada of clouds
and sun brighter than the flames
you left yourself bereft
tongue haunted by glue
said tears in your eyes just the smoke
sight: a drowned cricket
sound: backfiring car or gun shot
taste: chalk
touch: pond mud
scent: infection
sound: distant voices
scent: burning
touch: hand made paper
taste: glue of envelope or stamp
they weren't my letters to burn
were you cruel to dispatch them that way,
distant voices of the dead
elegantly penned in flowing cursive?
words of love and guilt
manipulation and memory
woven across spans of hand-made paper
consigned to ghosts and ashes
nebulous vapours spiraling up
disappear in an armada of clouds
and sun brighter than the flames
you left yourself bereft
tongue haunted by glue
said tears in your eyes just the smoke
sight: a drowned cricket
sound: backfiring car or gun shot
taste: chalk
touch: pond mud
scent: infection
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