Treasure Island

Miroslava Odalovic

(Montenegro)

Budding


The night has delivered me like a cherry
squeezed the red juice and spat me into galaxies
i was hung like a petal on the edge of the Moon sickle
cutting all flowers across the earthly grind

Submitted: Sunday, October 20, 2013
Edited: Tuesday, October 22, 2013

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