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Days like today make me wish with all my heart I were a visual artist. I get images in my head, and I want to share them. I don't draw or paint. Sculpture seems beyond my grasp. I am not a photographer or videographer. And yet, I have these images that I would like other people to feel. So, I am left with words. The words that follow do not do my image justice at all. I hope you enjoy anyway.


Footprints left
in dust
still covering my feet
from the walls crumbling
around my shoulders
Hand prints left
in paint
still drying over cracks
ever widening
Finger paint marks
your stone body
from my blind attempt
at escape
when the roof caved
under the weight of my sigh

Mine to Bear

I gave birth to my own crown
one thorn at a time
carefully nailing each into my forehead
and perfectly arranged hair
stepping back from the mirror
to admire my handiwork
my new red pearls
before climbing onto my cross
of splinters
of glitter
of tiny white lights
and memories
I stretch my arms
to embrace the ghosts
to be beaten and whipped
until my skin fell away
and I was released
raw into the world
to wander