Heartcrusher
Pebbles those thick drops of hard rain; earth hail skittering
At the front of your mind growing, sloshing marbled and felt in your teeth
Scratching ache and unbalanced weight rolling forward to escape
Mud mouth soil that packed downslope; viscous vicious
Damming down rivers the chest, collected tunnel tailings pressurize
Expanded space and collapsed place resisting to make face
Copyright © Emily Harris | Year Posted 2015
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