Distortions Poem by Daniel Brown

Distortions

With my one way rotten hand
Sifting through the sands upon a shore,
Set in a broken land
Feeling for the bone decay,
To recognize a memory of myself
Threading needle through cracked skin,
Croaking wounds...
Spilling crimson, amber lights
Reflected in a blood red moon

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