Katrina Kaye
kill darlings
again;
hang them by the neck,
swing
from old oak in evening breeze.
leave them
out to dry,
skin stretch against rocks
reflect sun’s heat as they bleach to leather.
split silence with their scream.
It is the only way to wash clean.
“Again” is previously published in Chasing Rabbits (2016).
Chasing Rabbits 
I haven’t vaugest idea what this is about. The imagry is compelling, but about what, I’m not sure.
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There is this old saying they always tell you in writing class: “In writing, you must kill all your darlings,” which is generally interpreted as having to cut or edit out a favorite line or part of your work because it isn’t working with the whole of the work. The work is better once the “darling” is cut (killed). So this is a reaction and interpretation to that saying.
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Ah! Thanks. I think I may have heard or seen that before, perhaps worded slightly different, or I just forgot, but I agree with it. I’ll have to examine my writings for that.
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