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Memories by Kathleen O’Neil
This translucent organza covers my skin like snow;
the innermost part of me is burning away. It just smolders. Oxygen, the air, it’s everywhere. The cold poison will seep down through soft delicate shoulder, under the left collarbone edge through bone and the shield of muscle.

[caption id="attachment_576" align="alignnone" width="1080"]Untitled design Poetry can take time. Poetry needs silence. Taking breaks and allowing yourself to calibrate and feel and live between the words and lines makes all the difference. You are a poet even when you aren't "writing."[/caption]