A prompt for you. A short poem, prose or line.

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Things that refuse burial

Write about something that should have been forgotten, buried, silenced, abandoned, or left behind.

Yet somehow remains.

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My response:

violet dusk

caught  
in the folds  
of your sleeves

while ravens shifted
among dying leaves

like thoughts  
too old  
to bury

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Jeanne Vessantra, Untamed Eulogy, Damien, Sylvie Muir, the stranger, Eleora McConnell, PancakeSushi, Sara da Encarnação