Marrow
Someday I will tell you, pull the fire from my shell,
Secrets locked inside marrow, safely sealed from this hell,
Pour my ashes over water and maybe then you will see,
From my marrow there’s a sparrow, death’s serendipity.
Copyright © Mat Ignacio | Year Posted 2023
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