3 thoughts on “August Writing Prompt #1

  1. “Five A.M.”

    By Lucy

    my own death
    vineyards of moons,
    a shallow depth
    of the sea,

    Venus sinks,
    I drowned and cried
    in my sleep,

    died like the ocean,
    born in split
    minds,
    like the magenta
    of mother’s womb;

    a vortex of nothing
    fair and bony
    for the ghost
    of mine does not grieve

    these amputations of mind;
    absence of the moon’s bare-
    bones,

    I see the lizard limbs
    of the moonrise

    as I weep
    like the island.

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