Poem – Crimson Waters – Marion KV Hill

Each solitary moment,
Light thickened.
Mastering time tricking,
Beckons.

Leather beneath finger-
tips, water softened.

Kevlar certainty.

The smell – sulphur.

Between these worlds,
We lie.
Crimson waters bathing
feet, hands,
hearts
and lands.

Be it, the soft shame,
Itching at the earth again,
or the slow tightening of,
land won and lost.

Bulleted silence rings on.

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