Appalachia (Revised) by Lulu Ramsey

[dragonyphoenix]

My belly is a skin drum,
and sometimes I hear a heartbeat that is not my own.

Comments

[maramcreates]

I enjoyed this :), thanks!

I particularly liked:

Here there are mountains.
Every spring, God leans down to kiss them
and they blush.
Every autumn, they catch fire

My throat is a fiddle
weeping for what it remembers.
Long, low chords slide between my teeth
and I open up
to let them echo against these ancient rocks

It aches when these mountains turn blue again in summer,
indigo climbing up from the foothills

[dragonyphoenix]

Those are excellent lines.