Oceans

I am scrawling strength
into the moments between
the pulses in my veins,
because there are oceans
of words just in the square
seconds of my wrists. They
are permanent scars
in my bloodstream.

*For #OurPoetryJourneyApr18

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2 thoughts on “Oceans

  1. I sometimes feel I am buried within this flesh Cavern!! Someday I will be liberated from my ancestors DNA. What will I be then? My best guess is I will be me without my obsessions and compulsions rooted in being corporated in flesh. I will be me with you. All of you!!

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