Forgotten Ground Regained
January Eighteenth
Hear the tiny heirhis yearn, a high grunt.Ahh, tear nutrient-thin teatinane trying—rung.Trite taunt thy teeth totether, tug here andearn thine grain. At night teary, hear thy injury.Reign! Rage! Hair and grityet ruin—yearninghurt, unearthing energyuneaten. I tryyet tire. Reunitenear and hunt: retainthy genuine gaietyeat thy treat herein.
Copyright © Lisa Cooper, 2023. First published in The Book of Penteract.