#black ink
Listen to your heart. Black pen and water on paper. Black crayon/white crayon on brown paper.
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BONE YARROW
In my past, I let the ones
I love pull me apart and
now I am jigsawed. They
broke me and I am left
to put the pieces of my
self back together. It’s
arduous when my father
is still holding my arms
and I can barely remember
where the other pieces are.
I will slither through death
valley dunes to find and take
them back. I will sew my
broken bones with yarrow
stems from desert sands
and use it’s flowers to staunch
the blood flowing wounds.
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