“Rusted Bell” — C.Birde, 7/18
Words —
tossed,
hurled,
let slip
in the deep, dark, pre-dawn
night;
cold,
hard,
twisted
to self-serving purpose —
toll
like a rusted bell,
like a heart hollowed
out.
— C.Birde, 7/18
Words of Rust — A Poem
Nightjars & Damselflies
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