Soul Soot Poetry

#poetry, #prose

the heart i grew for you

spoiled blood fruit

fermented inside its ribbed cage

i feared i’d get drunk on such beautiful decay

or worse, the rest of me would

catch death

i plucked the dead love

ever so gently from my self

wrapped it in tissue

buried it alongside the other bloodied birds

figured it belonged near the feathery things

and the thin-skinned dreams

with the moon as my flashlight and my friend

i worked quietly into the night

pulled the earth apart

laid it to rest

prayed

by early morning

its soul fog seeped

waste-high as if haunting

a valley

of lost and found-again angels

it was at peace

pretending to be a cloud

whispering sweet nothings

to the grass

i bid it fare-thee-well

as the sun

called its name

and it evaporated into the day

~A.M. Troester, Blood Fruit (A Muse’s Aspirations)

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