Tag: poetry
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Walking Bare
I wasn’t madefor straight roads.My bones rememberbare earth,the breath beforethe leap. We walk stiff now—feet wrapped in slaughterand stolen skin.Even the groundpulls away. But some nightswhen the house forgetsto hum,I move softer— past walls,past memory,into a placewhere treesstill whisper. And for a moment,I sense them—my fur and blood,the wild hunt.In the back of my throata…
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To the Man I Might’ve Been
You never made it out of the early days.I see your face sometimes in the mirror—same jaw,but your eyes aren’t tired yet. You had plans.Straight lines and clean hands.You really thought grit alone would get you through.I admire that.Even now. There were forks you didn’t see,roads I walked instead.Some of them cost more than they…
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Sky Burial
Sky burial is a sacred Tibetan ritual where the body is returned to nature, offered to birds of prey as an act of release and renewal. They say it frees the soul. But grief isn’t so easily lifted.
