Photo Challenge #132 and Wordle #267

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I rinse the screams from your ashes,
the aftermath from my fingertips.
My chest tightens, submits its will.

We made a mess of each other,
of dreams and ultimatums-
of our hearts’ heedless hinterlands.

I am but a shadow against
your diaphanous imposition,
a bible of bones wed and dated.

I never wanted to be free,
feed me, season me, throw me into a pot
with herbs and tubers and just stew.

267

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