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these sheets hold tightly

to heavy bones

i made my home in them

while the sun rose and fell,

wrapped myself up in this cocoon

and waited for the night

to drip stars from the sky

i move within their light,

escaping a skim of shadows

by melding with the moon

i tip toe

between time and trauma

i wade through weary worry

and rise from wreckage

i am in the midst of a


there are words on my tongue

begging to be free

and with every breath

i fly over the darkness,

a whisper with butterfly wings

-ashley jane