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Strange Death

Unfinished infatuations


In the doorway

I would rather exit quit

Than enter

Into a fermenting embrace


My essence with it.


I caress an orb of glass

That hoards

A Jupiter rose

Blooming out

A new kind of sacrifice

I haven’t met before –

Petals fall


The setting of a cycle,

Conscious and sick.

It’s hard to place

What is burning away.

🎨/📷 by Georgia O'Keeffe, Red Hill and White Shell, 1938

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