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[branchlimbs]

at some point I changed, from
the shaky-legged, shell-shocked fawn
caught up in the wrong forest,
to a few drops of rank vapor
in the toxic cloud of corruption
that easily inherits all the blame.
Without having consulted the roots
in long enough for the plant to have died,
I continue to call all the wrong shots
loud enough to reverse the best

Comments

[burnlikepetals]

wow, i love it all (especially the fawn metaphor) but the last two lines are so powerful.

black tea with a dallop of milk foam

[crackhed_artist]

I consider it one of my life's greatest honors to have an allusion to my poem in your body of work.

GrowHere's chapter 2. More 'meta' than ever