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A hundred burns of chemicals and heat run up and down my arms, faded tan and white<br />
against fair skin<br />
I work to feed the faceless I have cursed, to expunge the curses I’ve laid on myself.<br />
My movements are like dancing, a ballet alone on a barren stage.<br />
I sing to myself, to remind myself I’m human, and one can translate life into words if they know<br />
the right tune.<br />
A dozen places where bruises have since faded on a beaten down body, vessel of wrath<br />
and cowardice<br />
The remnants remain in aches and memories<br />
My fingers now uncurled, yet ears are clogged, neck aches, back twitches, ribs and legs remain.<br />
I ought to pray more than I do, to align my heart with truth.<br />
As we all know, now is an unstable vestibule for tomorrow,<br />
A strange sort of limbo.<br />
Everything is about to break and I am afraid.”<br />
“Where’s your past ?”I asked her.<br />
A long pause.<br />
“It’s buried in the backyard underneath the sycamore tree.”<br />
She looked away, lips pursed shut.<br />
And we were quiet after that.<br />
Recovered Heritage<br />
Collin Chadwick<br />
Still among the world of the living<br />
lie in solitude<br />
the words of the wise.<br />
Solemn voices tinged with passion,<br />
dire hopes of new perspective,<br />
the flowing verses of elders<br />
enshrined for posterity.<br />
Vestiges of a vivid world<br />
cling to delicate parchment,<br />
darkened splotches resting<br />
proudly in stoic remembrance:<br />
Unique imprints<br />
upon the face of time<br />
heralding what has yet<br />
to become legend.<br />
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Ancient memories breathe anew,<br />
enduring defiantly<br />
in the hearts of those<br />
who never quite forgot.