sun wrote on my back
the heat searing my skin
the scorching for sharpening memory.
it read: forget not what is written in blood.

a breeze kissed my wounds
the cool easing my spine
i almost forgot but the healing mounds
would not let me: forget not what was written in blood.

© zamantungwa

Day 2 | March 

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