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The story deep in the marrow of my life betrays the simple touch of air to skin. Blood-spilt memories lay unheard, unknown but pulse with my breath and soul.
The stains of love and hate look the same in me and equally reflect the tragedy of my fears-
and I pray for reconciliation.
Photography courtesy of Ginny Hunt
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I am so captured in telling of tales, foreign reflections reframing reveal fears clouding my sun blocking my view mind wondering, narrating a hurt or failed feud. The sound of my steps meter the beat, linked to the pace of breath and repeat Then fear unto death strikes from the south eyes widened with terror, scales fallen off. Captured no more, my heart in a beat gasps with a cry and swallows a scream free to regret, confess and relive knowing the now was lost once again.
Photography courtesy of Peter Corr
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It’s a damning process storing every thought , worry tucked unfolded mostly so the space feels empty, sterile to the curious. No presence or joy broken soul alone though an open door of life nurtured love. No space for love or hate-tucked unfolded mostly, muted and muffled by an unnatural shhhh…
Photo by Steve Garrington
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What of the rage within that swells? – quiet then like a boom, you crash against the wall with words you knock another off their holy high and you fall and drown ego slammed against the shore shamed to be sand-covered soaked in humanity -quiet. photo courtesy of Kalani Cummins
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What of the rage within that swells?