Sleepless again,
rummaging among relics
of the past;
evidence of love and devotion,
finally:
the note of betrayal
Sometime afterwards,
I’d decided
to carve myself a future;
with the scalpel a star, and
the only light:
the shining moon of our darkness
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Flesh Sculptures by Dean J. Baker
Lovely! Thanks for sharing this!