Liquid Language
Poetry is a virus that lies dormant in me,
beneath the frozen soil of my skin,
until the sudden quivering bloom of liquid language
ruptures my thawing flesh in a bloodletting of the pen
that splatters the blinding-white ice sheet of the page
with a code blue of black ink and purple prose.
Originally published in The Cud and The Social Poet, March 2013.
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