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SpelunkerBy Holly Day QuailBellMagazine.com  quiet church lies beneath the marching feet of men, a candle mass that lead the blind fish on. I don’t know how long I’ve sat here, listening to the drip of water, I’m turning to stone, inside out. winged choirs of bats flutter up above, their nail-head eyes waiting for me to fall asleep. so I stay awake. I sit here, trying to see their furry bodies, thick smears of blood against the night. Holly Day was born in Hereford, Texas, also known as “The Town Without a Toothache.” She and her family currently live in Minneapolis, Minnesota, where she teaches at the Loft Literary Center. Her published books include Music Theory for Dummies, Music Composition for Dummies, and Guitar All-in-One for Dummies. #Poem #Poetry #CreativeWriting #Spelunker Visit our shop and subscribe. Sponsor us. Submit and become a contributor. Like us on Facebook and follow us on Twitter.
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