melancholy

like  sticky syrup

rendering a  snail’s trail sigh

slow, sad poison sings.

shelter

the prompt this week at One Deep Breath is shelter. And the first thing I’d thought of was the womb:

ermerging life stirs

in its flesh aquarium

of soft liquid warmth


and then, the bed:

beneath soft darkness

the forgiving blankets hide

delicious secrets.

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