Bone and Ink

There is fire within

that smolders

crackles

I am Phoenix

ready to incinerate

yesterday’s version of me

I shed singed feathers

like cherry blossom petals

that flutter to the ground

resemble bloody snow

I strip myself bare

buzz the hair off my head

hone myself to bone and ink

and haunting eyes that grew old before their time

that have never learned to unsee

 

© 2017 Christine Elizabeth Ray – All rights Reserved

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