medial // caesura

crisp bite apple crunch morning nourishment                                        a body drifts                                                                                               Soul seeks salt allergic to aloe's soothing natural in June's grass mint rampant fast Droning doctors, fancy medicine,  absent--              ...

His almond eyes saw lies—master of praxeology--  felt the violet writhing, in air lemon-fresh. He uncovered the giant specter who hacks away to disturb the dissimulation I wear, an ostracon large enough to hide the haunting, but with words enough to belie the charade. Fire the kiln, Dig up the carob root, I need a new guise and caffeine-free chocolate.   Written for Shawna's Monday Melting at rosemarymint:   the ten words, carob, root, fire, violet, lemon, disturb, almond, writhe, specter, and hacks.