Poetry, Bundled Words

Poet bundles together

Words like laundry hot

From clothes dryer, briefly

Stinging hands—but the burn

Is deeper, sears heart’s marrow

Blisters wildly looping thoughts…

Madness like plague for which

There’s no vaccine…occult viral

Infection feverishly strings letters

Together ‘mid soul’s condition

Which is not exclusive—similar

Words, thoughts, wounds mark

Survivors who may meet by

Happenstance, recognize

Each other:  scars’, bruises’

Distinctive coloration…

And slight keen smell

Of bleached laundry

©Leyde Ryan, 2022 ~ All rights reserved.



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