cries

under the roots
of trees of verbosity
dipping low
into the worldblood
to stain the seas
of empty dream

her fingers trail
off the side
of the boat
into the rusty hued
waters
in her wake

the cries of ravens
echo off
the empty sky
to send shivers
into the aether
of loss

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