moist
moist
like anxious palms on exam day
moist moss
green and sticky
climbing up terraces
most clothes
smokey air
blazing alarms
moist dirt
clinging to sneaker soles
moist hair
tied at nape of her neck
moist mildew home
sagging under its own weight
moist baby
punching head first
from nine month captivity
moist eyes
tears refusing to fall
ramblings
i believe the prompt with this one was to pick a word and start every sentence with it
i picked moist, because it’s just that type of word, and i just went with all the things that would be moist
icky sticky wet moist
would i claim this to be poetry, why not
it’s a writing exercise but if i say it’s poetic then who are you to tell me wrong. it’s signed leighann nicole rather than Leighann Darville so poetry it must be
at this point im just here talking to myself on my journey of self discovery
toodaloo!
leigh ann 
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