tumble weed

that is my pride you took,
my bones you rattled
to crisp
burnt sienna–
a hue of distraction.
repulsion
for such twists of auburn,
curls disregarded
and tumbled for weeds.
now i brush in dust that
you have woven and bent;
versions of dirty beginnings
that initiate some end.

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About Robyn

"If you haven't known insanity, you haven't lived."
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2 Responses to tumble weed

  1. dtdeedge says:

    I needed another copy at the end
    Jet?
    Ash?
    Sable?

    Like

  2. dipmeinmarmalade says:

    Your words twist me into awe

    Like

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