Poetry by Peach Delphine – Entanglement — Fevers of the Mind

-Entanglement- Ground grows up through usvoice fills the wrist, fingersfeather wind as it turns leavesreading a text that inches outto branch tip, leaping into flight. Form is not shape, not the billetsplit from stave, when you bindthese wounds what emerges is notwinged lacerations, when you bindthese words this form remembers flame,her hands fill with ash […]

Poetry by Peach Delphine – Entanglement — Fevers of the Mind

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