(photo, author’s collection)
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I stitch this worn heart
With a fine fiery-flame floss
Cauterize old wound
That reopens, suppurates
When poison mem’ries surface—
Biding my brief Time
Toxins will take me one day
Burn up bad-sad dreams
Cruelties blood recollects
Lord God, vindicate Your child
©Leyde Ryan, 2022 ~ All rights reserved.