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And so we laugh— now,
through mouths of ashen gold,
but a caricature of ourselves,
until we are no more
and our laugh is no more,
ash rubbing our voices dry,
gold coating them still.


A. R. Frederiksen is a recurring guest blogger here at BnV, and her own writing blog can be found here, where she dabbles in flashfiction/poetry and reflects over the, much elusive, ABCs of writing.