I remind myself you live in my body my right palm placed above my left breast, on my chest where your love lives you bring me back into my body I used to avoid these spacesthe places my body blocked itself locked itself from feeling "She keeps her head in the clouds", they said of … Continue reading New spaces
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Made of ink
Writing is in my bonesmy platelets made of words.I write with the pens that are my fingerswaving sigils in the air. I write with the pens that are my fingers; each finger long boneshollowed outthe ink flows throughinspired by the guidance by the stories my body holds.
Angela Mason 