Mantra.

A Poem by Wraith.

Thick ancient cords

hum lowly, shuddering

Deep and bellowing.

The rush of wind rebounding through a vast forest,

I am incisions

Webs of bruised skin

Drifting

Calla lily

has my mind grown dissonant,

Gracing the earth

ground

stones

wounds

flesh

rebirth

Flesh tunnel

did I forget to let go?

© 2014 Wraith.

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Wraith.

warwickshire, United Kingdom

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