In a Dark Way

my heart beats like a

trapped and dying animal

like a re-opened wound

or soft fresh scab

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“Dancing with the Moon” -art journal

it aches with truth

trying to escape

looking for a fruitful branch

a wise old tree

or mothering

art journal -trapped light
“Trapped Light” -art journal

my heart bleeds itself open

dripping small red dots

that smell like

the frozen biting wind

transfusion
“Transfusion”

it pulsates raw knowing

splatterings of shut valves

plugged ducts

a brokenness

only some know

re-entry
“Re-Entry” 2016

my heart carries me

it reminds me

it hears me

and it sees me

in a dark way

full and red and bursting

3/17/16

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