my ribs
a gilded cage
where seeds of both
my destruction
and salvation
embed themselves
my bloody fingers
a trowel
dig deep into soil
rich in irony and heme
where all things bloom
from the grotesque
to the exquisite
threatening to burst loose
hungry for the light
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© 2018 Christine Elizabeth Ray – All Rights Reserved
Brave & Reckless 
A wild garden of native plants, not delicate cultivars, but sturdy survivors, some lovely, some thorny, some both.
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Beautifully put
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Reblogged this on cabbagesandkings524 and commented:
Christine Ray cultivates a garden.
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Oh this is so beautiful…❤️
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Thank you so much Patti
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Reblogged this on A Global Divergent Literary Collective and commented:
Christine Ray
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