Recur(ring)
- Jan 8, 2025
- 1 min read
Updated: Jan 21, 2025
In dreaming eyes
I dug
my fingers beneath my ribs
to tear away and find
What? I did not know
I clawed
In skillful strokes
my face from bone knowing that
I had to know
And what it would cost
A tree (yew) grew
through my heart and where
the blood touched down from its bows
there was fruit and bright buds
I still don't know
Why I can't help the tears
anymore
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