The Cave | Sojourners

The Cave

A poem
An illustration of a woman curled in the fetal position, partly covered by leaves that surround her as she is ensnared by green briar.
Illustration by Aldo Jarillo

My bones have been scraped
free of flesh, free of tendons,
muscles, veins—my heart is gone.

The marrow in my bones
is disappearing fast
and I am fragile,
dissolving into dust.
With a gust of wind
my cells could scatter.

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