
the battle for
black or white
declares victory in
a field of
color muted by
reckless verbs
and ostentatious adjectives
yet
the smell of
wounded nouns hangs
in the air
and the ghost
of screaming bold face
sustains me until
the next battle
begins
audacityofher 4-1-18
“The smell of wounded nouns” brilliant line, I love it.
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Thank you Jeanna! I appreciate you reading my words.
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