Poetry

*photos of peeling pine bark and the inside ridges of a tree trunk after it has been chopped up into firewood
You can trace the ridges of my internal scars.

You can drag your finger over the layers of peeling bark.

You can follow me into the depths of my heart

Or you can stay right where you are

Standing in the dark.

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