Bleached whites bones
of a skull
and rotted fruit,
the charred end of a wick
in a puddle of melted wax.
havel havelim
vanities.
You are a bubble in time
blown here, drifting;
you are a snowflake
landing on the palm of a child,
melting.
havel havelim
vanities.
and rotted fruit,
the charred end of a wick
in a puddle of melted wax.
havel havelim
vanities.
You are a bubble in time
blown here, drifting;
you are a snowflake
landing on the palm of a child,
melting.
havel havelim
vanities.
This is part of July Anomalies A-Z, a creative writing exercise and not
intended to be an altogether accurate picture of the creature described above.
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