Poem -

Leverage

author
Hannah Schoeneman

Green veins leak red falls.

Chalk is skin, 

and skin is art.

Fantasy dream-work;

it's final tonight.

Thirteen, fifteen...

count the odds.

Friday greets;

the hauntings meet.

Converse the spiritual.

It's time to pass.

And ever, ever,

your leverage rises.

-Hannah Schoeneman

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