fever comes upon me
suddenly
flaming cheeks
streak with crystallized salt
as drops of sweat
meander from dark matted hair
to sharp bare collar bone
ice blossoms
silver calcium roses
deep in my marrow
such a beautiful ache
as I shiver-burn
shot of flash-frozen vodka
down the back of the throat
it is now
that I speak in tongues
phantom snakes
twined around my arms
it is now
that I sing the songs of my dead
in ancient syllables known only to poets
madwomen in their attics
and the ghosts that gather near me
reaching out hungry hands
to absorb heat radiating
from my blistered skin
© 2017 Christine Elizabeth Ray – All rights Reserved
Brave & Reckless 
How poignant and what beautiful imagery! 💕
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Thank you so much Varnika
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Lovely I cannot get in my attic lol.
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Then I will not call you Mrs. Rochester
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Jane is my Middle name. Miss Jane Ayre may be more fitting. 😀👍
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One of my favorite protagonists!
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I feel this in my blood. ❤
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Then I must have done the experience justice
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I love ya, Lady!
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Love you too!
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Very nice.
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Thank you A. Marie!
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Reblogged this on cabbagesandkings524 and commented:
Christine Elizabeth Ray presents a poem on Brave And Reckless.
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Thank you for your kindness Bib
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Wow, I truly enjoyed reading this.
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I’m so glad
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Powerful!
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Thank you Wise 1
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Reblogged this on Daffniblog.
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Love the vibrant imagery in this.
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Thank you so much A.G. ❤
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