to give away a maw of maple thoughts
trees cringeing sagging
droplets pooled and sweet tremble
break free shimmering dissolve
their ruby depths impossible
to plumb lodged beneath the skin
festering in privacy we all enjoy
a taste of seeping poison now and then
after the sugar-shock of disbelief
at how our story ends far down the road
the first bright stab already growing dull
(c) 2019, by Hannah Six
Image: 12019/Pixabay
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