Rickets | Heather A. Warren

I’ve lined my throat with words I don’t know

In the clutch of stillness between
a dim sculpted bruise
and
ground
I shake

I sound
off the wail of rotted color
watch as the blue burns
not like sky
and
not like rain

This is not

a rape

————
Heather A. Warren is a poet and musician from Fairbanks, Alaska.  Her work can be found in journals such as Iris Brown, Skin 2 Skin and Narrative Northeast.  She has a MFA in Poetry from the University of Alaska Fairbanks.

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