Salt on skin bare to the sun burns like that high fire
flowing through canals from scar to scar
strange constellations etched in living skin
a mythology of flesh and blood
defiant to the sun and wind and desert sand
New scars and a story yet to be written
alchemical tales that whisper of a way out
but never away from the æternal flame
gentle in the eyes of a desert wraith
who sits scratching secrets into the sand
to be buried on the long march across the dunes
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The Light is On 
8 responses to “Desert Wounds”
Powerful!!
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Cheers (:
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Reblogged this on Prison As Power.
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Cheers! Thanks for the reblog (:
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This is a great piece Mitch. I love these lines especially:
“flowing through canals from scar to scar
strange constellations etched in living skin
a mythology of flesh and blood”
Great work, hope all is well, stay safe my friend. Joni
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Oh, how it goes on and one. Very nice.
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“it” being desert/self.
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Indeed it does!
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