collarbones

Jul 31, 2025
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i am a home of broken bones

spine embedded in limestones

the rushing of flame

& the nameless remain

of a foundation on fire

my name is carved into the concrete

ashes mounted like tombstones

they must have buried my collarbones

the watering of rain

then a sprouting vein

of earth's backfire

a spine…

growing straight though the concrete

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