Free Verse Revolution:

The Garden is a House of Death (excerpt)

White butterflies tumble down,

as burning embers from a paper fire,

funeral confetti, fearful blossom,

I saw fallen apples fading

into brown and white

eaten out from the inside,

fading worlds,

dissolving circles of decay.

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Above,

autumn spiders drift silent

silken in recycled parachutes,

clawing at the ghost house

in search of an uncertain future

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