“It breaks in our bosom, and then we bleed…”

Bonnie Clayton

O, Stone, be not so not-new!

Rats live redder, murdrum noon---

O, Stone! Be not so!

 

 “See Set, Tiger---"

“Sir, I---”

“Soon.”

(Sore was I.)

 

Tired, nude, wed Naomi---

“Mara!”

 

Deified seities,

Succus Seities---

“Deified Aram,” I moan,

dewed, under it.

 

“I saw Eros---"

“No. Osiris. Regit te. See.”

 
So, Stone, be.

"Not so."

Noon murdrum---redder, evil star---went on.

O, Stone, be not so.

Bonnie Clayton is a 30-year-old writer from Providence, RI.

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