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Breath and Bone Writing Prompt Challenge: Bones that Breathe/Aurora Phoenix

fetally curled

cold

on the concrete floor

I am devolving

gelatinous mass

of aborted malformed

futures

puddled

reeking of whimpering

helpless abandonment

as flesh of my humanity

sloughs from my bones

flutter of my waxing

tachycardia

is the invisible beat

of hummingbird wings

hover-sipping

succulent nectar

in bejeweled flashes

 

shivering

in the arctic blast

penetrating blizzard

of condemnation

blinded by ruthless

howling villainy

my bronchi spasm

as breath lixiviates

in lengthening gasps

from my blue

asp-bitten lips

death-rattle of my slowed

quickening

is the imperceptible trickle

of mountain snowmelt

icy pristine

inexorably

fomenting spring

 

my breath calcifies

in a stertorous

torque

while lilies Monet

blue-green o’er

primordial ooze

 

my bones exhale

anguish of fractured

millennia

as a prism

of downy flocks float

on a balmy zephyr

 

in tenebrous moments

when my soul

hovers on the precipice

of its extinction

the universe

exhorts

drops ultimata

in every crisp

desiccated

falling leaf

 

I am more

than the frailty

of my beleaguered

breath and bones

 

my bones

though shattered

are not mine alone

they are the bones

of all that have grown

 

my breath

though ragged

belongs not to me

it is the breath

of all infinity

I spent over 2 decades as a clinical psychologist, prior to the decimation of my world when I was suddenly incarcerated 2 and a half years ago. My writing was born in that caged existence – not a choice but a soul-saving necessity.  I write as Aurora Phoenix at Insights from “Inside”

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24 thoughts on “Breath and Bone Writing Prompt Challenge: Bones that Breathe/Aurora Phoenix”

  4. Damn Aurora!!! This is bloody brilliance. You had me at lixiviates, but then you dropped an ultimata ❤. Talk about sending the kids to the dictionary lmao. Love love love this poem

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  8. This is “setting the tangled soul free” writing. Especially here: “death-rattle of my slowed

    quickening

    is the imperceptible trickle

    of mountain snowmelt

    icy pristine

    inexorably

    fomenting spring

    my breath calcifies

    in a stertorous

    torque

    while lilies Monet

    blue-green o’er

    primordial ooze”

    This is wondrous and poignant. The power of each word strangles and binds.

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