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A Poem

Photo by Steve Johnson on Unsplash

A preservation of your wilderness
the fossil you became
crushed & left to the side
Counting wounds has never
never stopped
has never been a discontinuous activity
but the tapestry the scars make
holds something over you
Holds your breath & hands
at the same time
The stonework house you thought
was protecting you
has since left the prairies
en route to a satisfying survival
no longer including you
You wonder into the same…



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J.D. Harms

J.D. Harms

Former hairstylist, perpetual philosophy student, swallowed by poetry, writing, ideas