I.
I stretch my back—
the scales fall, flaking from my skin,
revealing a pinking softness beneath,
healing from the scab.
II.
I stayed down too long in the underworld,
dwelling with under-things,
drinking from the drenched soils
of murky longing.
III.
Back on land—
a breath,
before plunging
into depths again.
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Well written, loved reading it!
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Thank you!
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Very deep touch of reading
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Thank you, Adarsh. ❤
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Awesome write. Your imagery is intoxicating. Your metaphors hypnotizing. Great job Raven!
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Wow, thank you so much Heather! I’ve loved and admire your use of imagery and the natural inbetween lines in your writing as well.
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