beautiful writing from Holly Rene Hunter on Free Verse Revoltuion
I’ve unfolded us like origami
Ripped open our borders, dissected the dark corners of secrets
forced them into light to mourn like hollow bones of birds.
I have renamed us where every memory is not an ache beneath my ribs
and every thought is not an assault on the dead.
My heart is the flush of peony, the color of healing scars.
Copyright Holly Rene Hunter
Beautiful.
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