365 Days of Poetry: Day Two-Hundred and Ninety-Seven

seven seas of Mercury.
frozen on a dime.
Fall was but an errant breeze.
counting into vines.
tendrils creep and suffocate.
Cthulu mocks us all.
ghosts crawl in and out, the bent.
remove the summer squalls.

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About June Faramore

Writer of fantasy, mainstream, and young adult fiction. Poet and sketcher. Mother. I read a lot and love cheese. Guitar playing singer-songwriter. I also enjoy stepping on the cracks in the sidewalk. View all posts by June Faramore

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