silver
can the flood at my door come replace me & everyone i know
forget who i am my body appeals to harm like a decayed tree
my heart’s a sieve for all my mind won’t accept there are wild
dogs lapping at my neck whose eyes have only known freedom
J.L. Moultrie is a Detroiter and multi-genre writer who communicates his craft through words. He hasn’t been the same since encountering James Baldwin, Raymond Carver & Joan Didion. He considers himself a modern, abstract imagist.
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