Literature
Submitting Survivorship
A forest looms inside my mind, memories in rows.
The shadows cast of white bones and headstones,
trees marked, stark and waiting,
cut into survivor-ship masts.
This pain waits for voice,
encased in darkness, silt,
and silence.
This bodymind carries volcanic scars
restraint, solitary confinement, self-starvation, blood, violence
comas, restarted heart,
hospital gowns and locked doors, grinding shut.
I write them to an unknown audience across a sea:
these are a few of my dangerous dreams.
I follow a recipe to soften me
boil down, simmer, blanch
into objectivity.
Red barcoded bracelets were cut into my soul -
select the perfect adjectives for
