“Etched In Bone-At night I engrave my bones with poems.Scratching.Carving.Etching.During the day I feel every notch and ridgehidden inside me.I repeat them to myself.In time others will read them tooand know me.”
“Etched In Bone-At night I engrave my bones with poems.Scratching.Carving.Etching.During the day I feel every notch and ridgehidden inside me.I repeat them to myself.In time others will read them tooand know me.”
Keelie Breanna
“Etched In Bone-At night I engrave my bones with poems.Scratching.Carving.Etching.During the day I feel every notch and ridgehidden inside me.I repeat them to myself.In time others will read them tooand know me.”
Keelie Breanna“Release-For yearsthey told you tosit.Stay.Now they open the doorand tell you toget up.Leave.Where do you gowith no oneto show youthe way?”
Keelie Breanna“The Pressure-Maybe one day,after centuries,we can become brilliant gemsin crystal cavesand we will be immortal after all.”
Keelie Breanna“Choice-Judgement.Black coffee acidon an empty stomach.Perception.Cool, clear water.”
Keelie Breanna“Fruition-Think of writing as a harvest.You till the ground.Plant.Water.Wait.Apple trees take years to bear fruit.Harvest.Clean.Process.Then you have apple pie.”
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