petroglyphsA Poem by Dana Alsamsam
if the beaded velvet of the night sky
is not holy water i see no reason to be baptized. with the ebb and flow of the moon tide over our bodies the archaic mask is washed from our scars and we begin to forget about hiding the mistakes carved like petroglyphs into our flesh. our ghosts and demons leak from our spinal cords and speak easily through the languid air. we let them scrub our flesh with august peridot until we are euphoric and raw.
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10 Reviews Added on August 7, 2013 Last Updated on August 7, 2013 AuthorDana AlsamsamChicago, ILAbout"my brain hums with scraps of poetry and madness." i dance, write and play violin. i'm studying english and training in dance in chicago. i like spooky things, red lipstick, caffeine, punk/indi.. more.. |

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