Chris Jennings


Let the festive creatures in.
Let them feed on
melancholy, dripping at the seams.
Pain fading into the mist, like
sunlight in a cloudy marsh.
Like the sizzle of a firecracker fuse,
giving in.
Let the festive creatures feed on those in need;
gracious, flittering, exotic.
Accept their tongues with open
face, to face them is
the end.

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