BONE YARROWIn my past, I let the onesI love pull me apart and now I am jigsawed. Theybroke me
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. -- source link
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