Exploring the world, one voice at a time.
Posted on 22 August 2018
by J.S. Graustein
the air was thick, and the sky was locked between white and grey. When you lifted your sleeve, they stared back at me like magic marker on the kitchen wall… those markings that will forever brand my child. The ink on your arm was…
Category: poem, WrittenWordWednesdayTags: cloud, folded word, julianne palumbo, motherhood, poem, Poetry, sky, tattoo, WrittenWordWednesday
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