She left me
& I was hollowed out–
carved heirogliphics
on my insides
made from the scar tissue
of birth.
But the ghosts stayed
& would not go out
into the world
even though I tried
to blow them out
with my cries.
& so I starved
the fear out
& my bones began
to show through rice paper skin.
…………Each fear,
……………….another layer
……………….another day closer
……………….to death.
Until I saw the lotus flower,
felt its skin
& longed for change.
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