A clever barter, my body
for a jug of farm-fresh syrup
and a handful of false promises
dipped in the amber sap gathered
from one thousand unwilling maples,
limbs horror-stiffened while you
impaled their wooded hearts.
I declined the trade.
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Shadows & Dust [poetry]
PoetryMost of my poetry is autobiographical. I write about living with bipolar disorder, dating, single parenting, my neo-pagan spiritual beliefs, my dreams, and sometimes popular folklore. Many of these pieces come from my self-published collections...
Dairyland Dowry
A clever barter, my body
for a jug of farm-fresh syrup
and a handful of false promises
dipped in the amber sap gathered
from one thousand unwilling maples,
limbs horror-stiffened while you
impaled their wooded hearts.
I declined the trade.