My muse by Krista Genevieve Farris

is a lifter who flips logs to consider

wood lice or embers.

The first skitter skatter flee. 

Who cares.

On the latter she unloads a runner's lungs.

Exhales steady blow on the glow

growing flames she hopes catch to

incinerate the 

who saw her coming

breath of a moment.

Krista Genevieve Farris lives at the top of Virginia in Winchester and writes about whatever tickles her not so fancy. She backed away from writing during the past couple of years for health reasons, but is back at it and feeling feisty. Her published essays, poems and stories can be found in a variety of publications, from parenting magazines to literary journals.  A link to her writer's website can be found here https://kristagenevievefarris.wordpress.com/ 

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