Stirring : A Literary Collection

Kris Raido


FOR TEETH

She is
a willow. Or better yet, a cherry tree.
Washington biting into her
wooden lips, an axe
for teeth, for tongue.
In a flurry of falling flowers,
snowing the earth with petals of her flesh.
She died as pure as she lived.
Martyr, virgin, sacrifice.
Open eyes:
find a pulse still beating.
Her blood is sap, I lean to kiss
the resin that drips down grained cheeks.
Willow, or a wavering orchard goddess.


Location: Port Angeles, Washington
Email: kris_raido@hotmail.com
Awards: Winner of Outsider Ink's Writing Contest #8








Stirring : A Literary Collection



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