beauty

  • The Things That Remain

    I found a prayer carved into bone,bleached white beneath a prairie sun.No heartbeat left.No breath.Only the architecture of survival. The antlers still reached for the skyas if they had forgottenthat the body was gone. There is something holyabout what refuses to disappear. The wind polished every sorrow,the rain carried away every name,yet here it rested—beautiful…

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