The other one with blackberries
poisons get on everything
deep cuts and
and just there, on the skin
Did you know that nothing that looks like a blackberry can be poisonous?
raspberry either. Something about the shape. That’s how you can tell these things.
Protection as embrace of familiar thorns
There are so many things in this world that look nothing like a blackberry
Between yew, me, and the lamppost, I’ve known more poison than
We hoard tight our tragedies, plundered, poisonous gold. Breath fire on those who have dared suggest the antidote is to let it all go. pillars of gentle, insistent support. wrap ourselves tight in our paralyzed
You learn a lot from other people’s stories where the poison berries lie.
I heard that if you tell a dragonfly’s secret, it will sew your mouth shut
is it the gossip that starves you?
Or if you forget yourself, stain your lips purple with guarded fruit,
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“Protection as embrace of familiar thorns” – great line. I like the white space and the crossed out words. I’ll also remember never, ever to tell a dragonfly’s secret!
This one stayed with me