1. (eight lines)


So many quiet deaths
in the night dark
no screams no pleas
no sirens wailing

and in the morning
a smear of blood
a handful of iridescent feathers
someone sleeps replete.

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Jane Dougherty

I used to do lots of things I didn't much enjoy. Now I am officially a writer. It's what I always wanted to be.

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