Mountain
It’s National Poetry Month, so….time for a tiny poem:
Mountain
It’s National Poetry Month, so….time for a tiny poem:
Glass slick-smooth beneath my hands, I bite into the mountain to hold my grip, feel glass shatter my tongue. No spell-shoed horse for this princess. I walked through old bones to reach this place. I will swallow every splinter.
Originally published in Through the Gate, August 2013
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