Pyre Pedestals
Written: July 30, for contest Sponsored by: Rob Carmack
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I sketch your pedigree in marrow script,
each speech slice out of salt spines—
No ledger can fetter the flow of flame,
or control the smell of storm-born mind.
Wombs are pedestals blazed by pyre,
where armor converts into full ember.
Copyright © Sotto Poet | Year Posted 2025
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