we are sketched as a brightness
cast from our other lives
the ones outsiders never see,
secreted, tired and empty, deep below
the waste of our need
line and circles
of ash on bone
timid sigils smudged into our curve
signs of how a memory can only ever
capture the shape of a tree
long after it has burned
away
Author notes
Prompt: Option 5
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Oh & I love this one too!



