Splintered Seed
- Rae Sabine

- 1 day ago
- 1 min read
Ankylosing spondylitis breaks me from inside.
Marrow burns, spine clenches, vertebrae grind in the dark.
Pelvis locks, shoulders weld, neck rusts.
Each twist chisels bone.
I curl, black ink on bleeding red,
a seed splitting open,
not to bloom but to bleed.
Yet my pulse stitches the wound,
one beat at a time.
Splintered Seed by Rae Sabine








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