I was really excited about this one as I love word prompts (see it here, but I struggled and struggled a LOT. Any feedback would be greatly appreciated. Thanks.
It is a winter colored red.
We listen to dead secrets
scuttle down the chimney
hot dashes of campfire stories
to warm us through the night.
I push your resistance closer.
Grab our pails of forevermore
and douse ashes in resolve.
We strum the fringes of sorrow,
I bruise the mango of your thigh.
We used to fight like grown men
Puffed up chests, little girl fists.
marionette lovers dangled by
talons and limp baby blue string.
your octopus kisses inked my tears.
Now, I focus on the sound of you
a shooting memory, electric energy
chugging a jug of blackberry wine
wash down the taste of sour pumice
while our tome engulfs your flame.
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