Like an updraft
of snow,
It grows
A scarlet sash
The weight of having stowed
Having known.
The sacred stash
Relentless undertow
Caught in the flow
Feverish rash
Everything I know
Suddenly let go
/
Honey, let go
\
What won’t last
All I can throw
To survive the blow
Withering like cold ash
Left on ‘low’
With nothing to show
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Complete poem & series now up on Tumblr for $5+ patrons. Enjoy.