Another poetry entry

17 Mar

Digging the words out.

A shovel in the mud.
Underneath the dirt is
nerves,
blood,
guts.

Every shuffle of filth
shakes the body.
Jerks the pain, the nausea.
So cold out here in the fields.
Goes right to the bone.
A coat would help no one.

Got to find it.
It has to be here.

Blog 2.0 -  Yeah, that helped.

Blog 2.0 – Yeah, that helped.

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