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Garden Bed

written by: Christine E. Ray

@Christabelle666

 

my ribs

a gilded cage

where seeds of both

my destruction

and salvation

embed themselves

my bloody fingers

a trowel

dig deep into soil

rich in irony and heme

where all things bloom

from the grotesque

to the exquisite

threatening to burst loose

hungry for the light

Christine E. Ray

Christine E. Ray

Christine E. Ray lives outside of Philadelphia, Pennsylvania. A former Managing Editor of Sudden Denouement Publications, she founded Indie Blu(e) Publishing with Kindra M. Austin in September 2018. Ray is the author of the award-winning Composition of a Woman and The Myths of Girlhood. Her writing is also featured in SMITTEN This Is What Love Looks Like: Poetry by Women for Women an Anthology, We Will Not Be Silenced: The Lived Experience of Sexual Harassment and Sexual Assault Told Powerfully Through Poetry, Prose, Essay, and Art, Anthology Volume I: Writings from the Sudden Denouement Literary Collective, Swear to Me, and All the Lonely People. Read more of her work at Brave & Reckless.
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