Leaves Black (by Justin W. Price)

 

Leaves Black
by Justin W. Price

Leaves black
brown cured
with rum
whiskey vanilla,
crushed.

Pinched between
thumb, forefinger.
Shove into
wooden bowl
pack tightly.

Inhale,
watch
as they take fire.

Inhale sweet
danger
into mouth.

Exhale.

Nerves calm.

Inhale.

Clear head.

Taste lingers,
slightly bitter
mostly sweet,
hinted death.

Smell.

Live.

Lie back.

Exhale.

* * * * *

Justin W. Price is the managing editor at efiction Horror and for The Bridge online newspaper. His first book of poetry, Digging to China, is available for Amazon Kindle and will shortly be re-released by indie publisher Sweatshoppe Publications. [Click here to order.]

He has been published in the Hellroaring Review, The Bellwether Review, The Rusty Nail, the Crisis Chronicles, eFiction Humor and eFiction Magazine. He maintains a blog and is an active writer on Hub Pages

He is husband to Andrea, father to two dogs. writer, poet, baseball fan, tattooed. He is an amateur theologian with a rabid sweet tooth. He resides in a suburb of Portland, Oregon.

You may contact the author at justin@efictionmag.com.

 
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