i’ve evolved from spitfoam into hearth-iron ribs
trapped between septic fingers and lost doors.
one gummy eye used to be the rasp moon,
the other a varnished cloud.
i’ve created ants and snow in a womb
for licking, cloying death.
for freezing, for festering age,
years. rafts of web on web.
i scream in a locked room.
where only i am dreaming of being me.
to accumulate in wrinkles that are parenthesis
around your matchwood mouth or baby horns between
the swale of brow-felt.
the hole that gullets its teeth.
samantha lucero 2017 ©
Oh I love the image/idea of everything that comes out the mouth is in parenthesis, not imperative, could be ignored. I’ve missed your writing, hope the editing is coming along well.
You know… the way you put it shows that you really get it. I’ve reached the right mind.
I’ve finished first edit, and now I’m on the second. Lol. 800 years. Although, I’m leaning toward self-publishing it, since agents are mostly not looking for the type of book I wrote. They all look for genre specific. Lots of middle grade and romance… not my thing.
I warm to the idea of wrinkles as parenthetical statements, and age as a three-foot spider, which spins around us a tack of silk while we sleep. Sound imagery. Provocative. I transmit my approval.
Hey, if I have your approval, I’m already winning.
Poor choice of words on my part. I apologize. What I mean and what I say don’t always align. Fantastic writing, though. Really.
What poor choice of words? Stop. I meant it! Your work is complex and I only wish I could do that shit. So your approval means something to me.
On damp, gloomy days, I read sarcasm where there is none. Approval reinstated.
God I love your writing. Enough said.
I’m still one of your biggest fans, too.
The imagery you’ve created here kills me every time i stand too close to it.
Also, I can relate to Ian’s second comment. My stenographer hates me.
At least I can still pull something out of the depths when I get a quiet moment, which can still kill.
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Samantha Lucero
God. I love this.
Thank youuuuu!
The imagery is like lightning and the feelings evoked are the rumbles of thunder that roll across the landscape. Really great!
Daaaaaamn, what a compliment!
Thanks!
What can I say, your words speak for themselves. Well done.
Thank you. 🖤
Wow, this just yells to be recited. So I do. And my potted plant shifted a bit like he knew something great was in the air. ❤️
I guess that shows that it can be used as a summoning spell for plant soothsaying. Lol.
Haha! Nice. He has since sprouted a leaf, so your words have some unexpected fertilizer within 😊
Fuck, this is a crazy good work.
Thank you! 🖤🖤