36 x 24

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who I was

dried from the chill.

flaking,

arteries exposed.

a thread,

pierced through me.

 

winter.

& with it,

I watched my past, fall.

in pale, yellowed pages.

volumes to catalog,

the person

I should be.

 

from those golden ashes,

rising.

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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SOLD.

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