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today, hands dug in my ribcage, where bones separate
like birds and babies who learn to fly

I felt through every nook and cranny, in corners
where hope sat smoking up the walls;
in every muscle that's rusted by dead dreams
still decaying in my mind and whispering
"you are a sanctuary, you are home"

I explored until I found her,
she was chained to my soul
(which pumps in it's own circulatory system
and grows in the spines of its own cerebral)

I pulled her out, plopped her eye-to-eye,
told her "I can live without you now"

she walked away, a ghost,
and in her body
as clear and empty
as a stormy sky;
my heart was visible























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  • the sepia vitamin on November 13
    so that someone at first sight of your page might think you wrote it? haha
  • Not-The-Sun on November 13
    I like the background on your page and ooh look at your countless trophies : ) I can't wait to read more of your works
  • the sepia vitamin on November 12
    I so adore the opening line of that Margaret Atwood poem above. I wish I had thought of that! haha
  • February Moon on November 11



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