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Powdered Sugar
Heather D. Haigh
Swimming in a pool
of powdered sugar,
stockpiled against the end of
the world,
making a snow angel
because snow
is but a dream,
and the sun is baking
the parched land
and baking us all,
and baked tiles upon rooftops
are cracking and the world
is cracked and
there will be
no more cake.
Heather is a sight-impaired spoonie and emerging working-class writer from Yorkshire. She has poems published with Dark Winter Lit, Frazzled Lit, Anansi Archives, and others. When not writing or napping she can be found waving her camera around or making messes she optimistically calls arty.
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