Thanks to Ms. Dagmara K., EIC of Spillwords Press to accept my poetry and publish in the same.
With my frail limbs clipped with the remnants of my rugged skin
the ashes rising from my chest
my heart, a globe of fire.
My toes untouched, bare, and lily-like
embellished with dew.
With the oceanic hopes wintering on my frigid, pale face…
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