Time crashes
this mirth
its aches
simmer
its ashes, earthy.
My shame
emits hasty cries
a scream
a reach
mist carries stars
as the martyr
stirs
Ecstasy, hysteria.
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Marie Little lives near fields and writes in the shed. She has poetry featured in: Ink Sweat and Tears, Cool Rock Repository, Full House Lit Mag, Fevers of the Mind, Anti-Heroin Chic, Honeyfire, Roi Fainéant, Zero Readers and more. She also writes and publishes short fiction. Marie is part of Team Sledge at Sledgehammer Lit and is on Twitter @jamsaucer. www.marielittlewords.co.uk. She/Her.