Anger rages from
The bottom of my heart
Digging deep
It flashes out fueling my art
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Renamed passion
Gates unhinged
Desperate to divine the truth
Bare hands are thrust in
Inspiration worth any risk
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Flesh melted
Bone exposed
Each revelation meticulously
Recorded in books and folders
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My form
Sketched on plaster walls
Iโll roam the house
Upstairs, down halls
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Would I call
This work a trap?
Itโs a labor of love
Excavation with revamp
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A person one day
Will find my corpse
Preserved with unguents
Aromatic and portentous
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I will watch hovering above
As they pose in feigned horror
Rummaging through my finer things
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The only proof I was ever in-dwelling
The mural of my soul
The tears I wept
Inking page after page
That no mortal ever reads
With words they didn't want to hear
K.B. Silver
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K.B. Silver
K.B. Silver has poems published in magazine Wishbone Words, and lit journals: Sheepshead Review, New Note Poetry, Twisted Vine, Avant Appa[achia, Plants and Poetry, recordings in Stanza Cannon, and pieces in Wingless Dreamer anthologies.
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CH 22~ Working Vacation
With only two weeks remaining before school began, a combination of mission and vacation was exactly what the Queen ordered. Azure and the rest of her team stomped into the house, Cinnamon included, after their most recent appointment, and Azure called Frannie and Argento down for a โfamily meeting,โ more of an announcement really.
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