36 x 24

who I was

dried from the chill.


arteries exposed.

a thread,

pierced through me.



& with it,

I watched my past, fall.

in pale, yellowed pages.

volumes to catalog,

the person

I should be.


from those golden ashes,


through the evaporating fog,

I found a goddess.

a beauty.

scaled in bright green armor.

red fire spirit,

burning the heavy cold.

bursting new spring flowers,

unfurling in reverie,

of who I choose to be.



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