IN THE CLOUDS

 

 

 

The brass of her voice

struggled smooth,

like feet running underwater.

 

The climbing of her song

planted her on high ground,

where angels protected

her in clouds.

 

Her message is full of her;

arms of the past, faces fading,

she turns to shadows

for comfort.

 

Rich velvet agonies slide onto

her skin.

 

The bloodroot of groaning

beats pure from her lips.

 

 

 

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