Formerly Badass Horrible Poetry

This isn't just a poetry blog. Let's be honest, a lot of what I post is poetry but there are more often than not also postings about short stories. I do try to keep this blog separate from my others and post strictly creative work here. Some of it will be better than others, and much of it is in first or second draft stage when posted. These are raw works, and there will be spelling and grammar troubles at times because I use this blog to gauge what works and what doesn't. I use it as a place to get feedback. That's the reason it is "horrible". Because it's not finished-- And why should it be? We all want feedback but most of us are too afraid to put ourselves out there.

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Sunday, September 7, 2014

Taking Root

She dangled between slots. Two shaven
birches among 24 that supported and striped a porch.
She pretended the sinewy grasses
that tickled her ankles and dissolved down the delta
were a stirring flow tide from the river at the bottom of the 
hill. Stomach and thighs clamped against the wooden timber and for
a moment a curl glistened with pinioned copper
highlighting the sunlight in her raincloud eyes. The 
moment ossified and a haze crossed the sun. The mountains were
shadowed like cows. The sliver of weathered grain puckered her
upper leg, swelling the surrounding flesh. She glowed
but glowed a sickly amber. She should pull it out before 
it experienced photosynthesis. She could already feel the roots
worming their way inside of her and ten years later, a 
forest had swallowed this porch. 

©2014 Lex Vex

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