• Vol. 09
  • Chapter 10
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Soul Traveller

Deep along a fault line,
a blade-cut life, mapped, tracked,
she leaps the gap between
what was, is, will be.

Words carried for public
places, camouflage, pierce,
cleanse the recycled breath
of others on her face.

Speeding through the liminal,
she throws love forward.
Will negative space scour
before she arrives to hold it?

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