when no one’s there to pour a sonnet down your throat
easing your expressions of pain as your scorching metallic rage
sets itself against its blade-
wait
shiver first with an angle and propel thy teeth against a hue from the heavens
**
-M. Taggart
copyright 2017
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Nice…
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I like this piece of work.
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Amazing. Btw, may I know something about this image? You use it almost everywhere. It looks great, and I can’t help but wonder about it.
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Megan, my wife, took the photo. She was standing in back of me while I observed the bonfire. It was taken on the coast of Rhode Island at an annual event. I didn’t know she took the photo until some time after.
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That’s nice. The bonfire’s so huge I thought you were witnissing some explosive test lol
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