December 2021 * microverses

Digging In by Sonya Taaffe

And if there is a black stone at the base of the cornstalk,imagine I have laid your heart on it,and

handfulof ashesblows awayinto everylost possibility Photo by cottonbro on Pexels.com

None of the dead can be counted and namedinfinitely, the Romans’ majorityso much more enduringly crowded beneath the earththan we

I bring hope to the potluck and invite you to take a taste.“Dig in!” I say, taking a big bite

Infernal shadows chase him down.Undying rage heats his breath.With light and fire he fights.One billion days spentBut still the darkWon’t

I eat tenderness, breathe love.I scoop my beating heart from my chest,lay it to rest under the black walnut tree.I

This is going to be an extremely niche tweet because the rest of humanity is dead, but maybe one of

Mom once told me that everyone had skeletons in their closet. Last night she opened hers and showed me Dad

White smoke rises from the Burbank headquarters of the Walt Disney Company. A new Spider-Man has been chosen. Photo by rizknas from Pexels

I want to know you deeper than this pit inside my stomach, one that traps wingless butterflies. Caught by this