she stands on life’s ledge
her only hope, heaven
stars, her only light
she slips deep into
desolate seas, pitch-black
her eyes become ink
her mouth, silenced
the salt, stingless
over open wounds
she is not sad
sadness begins
sadness ends
she is static
It’s Quadrille time over at dVerse Poets Pub. What’s a quadrille? It is a poem of exactly 44 words, not including the title but it must include a given word or derivative of the word. Today the word is “static”. You can join in too.
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