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Limbs

by Sara Dombrosky

The trees are flesh made.

 Gauntly etched to form gangrenous limbs,

Skeletal fingers lacing outward

For the heavens.

Nails,

A multiplicity of fungal greens

That curl and sway about the breeze.

The trees are flesh made,

Blood racing within barcomulch veins

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Wednesday 25th October 2017 6:06 am

Trees   nature poetry   forests   gore   blood   horror

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