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I am a universe all my own.
Cells join together
to make castles of bone.
Muscle & flesh,
Blood & water,
My own elements.
The air in my lungs
wears at my being
like winds in oak leaves,
carving stories
with the words they scream.
My tears like the Red Sea,
Healing & holy,
Like a modern Moses
I quell their waves.
In my mind,
there’s mountains made from molehills,
and my own Bermuda Triangle,
Strange & dangerous,
storms & chaos.
There’s so much of me left to be explored,
understood,
discovered.
My aura is a Milky Way,
dusted with stardust.
About the Creator
Josey Pickering
Autistic, non-binary, queer horror nerd with a lot to say.
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