Improv. 4 (Week 6)

A draft in progess. Improving off of Emily Dickerson's "I died for beauty but was scarce."

I miss drudging through waste,

molded limburger, fractured
pages spurned into ash. I miss

piles of ambition crushed
by crackling bones.
The fluid seeping into socks

from last rain and fast prayers
Inhaled.