Poetry by Sandy Hiss

Synergy
 
Outside,
my demeanor is a magnolia 
quietly surrendering
its sweet scent to the putrid odor 
of a world in decay.

Trapped in a grey room,
I'm the white fading on the walls-
a crystal vase sparkling 
when the lights are turned off, 
dropping hints within specks of dust.

Inside,
I'm a fire in the nude-
an orange aster burning the marrow
in my bones, thriving on 
smoky fumes and dead narratives.
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