by Kirsty Logan
our spines curved like nutshells,
our wrists rubbed silver by chains,
our eyes misted white as goatskin.
900 years of dreams:
dollies & buttons & tripping to fairyland.
now freedom
tastes
of clean black soil.
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NaPoWriMo, Day 10. The last of the swan triptych.
wow...the imagery here is beautiful!