BORDERS AND BOUNDARIES, NO.29, NAPOWRIMO

 

I have parts of me 

twisted like rotten roots 

in drying soil

and parts of me 

supple as feverish fruit,

thirsty for attention.

I am both 

crumbling skin

trying to flee this figure

and sides so smooth

that they offer little hold.

I have broken borders

to be free

and built boundaries 

to hide parts of me

I don’t yet comprehend.

All words and drawings by Damien B. Donnelly

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5 thoughts on “BORDERS AND BOUNDARIES, NO.29, NAPOWRIMO

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