Written by Chelsea Marie Hicks
My body is a reliquary, its bones my rigid relics about which lay memories, scattered in particles like the ashes of dust and salt, thrown over shoulders.
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Tagged as dust and salt, memories, poetry, reliquary, the body, what is human, what we are, writing
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