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The Sham Of My Humanity
Evergreen flavored mantras did nothing to purge bitter bile from my lips nor slake the smoldering thirst for a Rosary remedy. Tick-tock petals unfurled one by one as your poppy shed its last sepal releasing a scarlet sigh across sunset skies whilst I placed a tender kiss upon your twilight. If but for your gossamer bloom in persimmon perfection, I would not hunger for your ambrosial whispers nor rue the earthly drought of undying nectar. I stray, a waif lost with my armful of loss, blind behind the tear-rusted folds of a weeping veil’s eclipse. My psyche a pauper rich in the poverty of penniless promises, empty as echoes in hollow holes ringing with wringing reverberations. In the grasp of atheist fingers I clasp Holy beads tilling cries and whys. Every tear a sorrow sown in brambles, whose sloe fails to ripen sweet redemption in the fertile sham and barren sand of my humanity; crushed by the tusk of this damnable dusk. Susan Ashley April 13, 2020 ~ Third Place ~ Premiere Contest: Your Best Poem Ever Sponsor: John Hamilton ~ Seventh Place ~ Premiere Contest: Crushed Sponsor: Anthony Biaanco ~ First Place ~ Standard Contest: Your Best Free Verse 2020 Sponsor; John Hamilton
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