Day 11: write a ‘portrait’ poem (see link)
ripped
out of speckled light,
becomes
a skinny frame of blood,
a
portal of curious apparitions
gazing
out, to be stepped inside,
a misshapen
city shrouded
in haze
inviting lost souls
to wander,
explore spellbound,
be
swallowed whole by
red on
maroon.
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