i was in a dirt hole or clasped on
a napping road-trip road.
palpitating thru the lines or bones
on the ground, or underneath.
i found her heart in a rat pile
flapping like loose mother-skin
grieving with the last milk oval
on the whelps tongue.
are above me, like you
in a circlet of whore-stars,
maniacal with
teeth for deep space.
a belligerent isolation embraces
me and i am born in bright black.
i stare into the sun and when i
shut my eyes, it winks back
and it will never leave.
my love was a thousand shells
in salt on earth. i was the killing jar.
the beat of sunflower wings
in cement initials.
samantha lucero 2018 ©
samantha lucero 
Well you get VG.
I summoned him for his approaching bday.
outstanding homage Sam!
Thanks friendo 🖤🖤
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This is amazing!
Thank you. 🖤 😘
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Samantha Lucero
You’re my fucking soul sister. ❤
🖤 you too!
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LA TRISTESSE DURERA TOUJOUR, by Samantha Lucero at sixredseeds. This is pure alchemy, a willing of words and images into 24k gold.
Wow, thanks! 🖤🖤
You’re welcome, Sam! I’m truly in awe with your control of language! 🖤
time is scarce and the moon must be just right. lol.
Ha! If we’re in the same time zone…please give me a heads up! 🙂
East coast. I’ll try to send you psychic signals.
East coast…me too, perfect! I’ll stop wearing my aluminum hat—it’s worth the risk!
lol find me in the depths of a black mirror.
Oh, rather tortured, dark and cerebrally challenging. I will skip around the hole in the ground and look in (pretending not to). 😌🌸
Thank you! 🖤 tortured is such a lovely word. Like a cloudy sky.
My pleasure. You are a fierce writer and you stimulate my senses ❤
I appreciate that. I’m glad people are reading. I used to hoard all my work in a doc all by themselves.
How utterly greedy of you! Your words are emancipated now and rest welcome in your reader’s imagination. 💕
Thank you so much for the kind words. It means a lot to me.
I shall be back with more I’m sure 😊🌹
I look forward to it. It’s very encouraging. I hardly find time and so I’m glad that when I do, it seems at least what comes get thru.
Clearly you were Van Gogh’s ghost writer. There’s a quote by him that makes me think he was your ghost writer, too.
“If I am worth anything later, I
am worth something now.
For wheat is wheat, even if
people think it is a grass in
the beginning.”
And if I may be so bold, one of me,
“ I am always doing what I
cannot do yet, in order to
learn how to do it.”
. . .
“i stare into the sun and when i
shut my eyes, it winks back
and it will never leave.”
Same thing happens every time I read your words.
Damn. I’ll have to keep that quote in mind. Also, I imagine his imagery a bit like my eyes get in a migraine, maybe even auras. So that’s a piece of trivia for that particular line. Thanks friend! 🖤
You’re very welcome, my friend ❤
Wow. Engraving those words as you speak. So redolent.
thank you. this one won a contest actually. i was surprised.
Is this the one that won lots of things? My loose mother skin is rasping along the putrefying shell spirals of my cut dead ear, Fibonacci-style.
the best part is I never got the money. how appropriate. 🤔
Perfect. You’re really something.
thank you so much for the kind words. as a huge recluse compliments are very dear to me.
Then I’ll make sure you get more in the future.
thanks again 🖤🖤🖤
You combine the strangest and most unusual pairs of words, and it works. Bright black…!
i do my best. 🧛🏻♀️