Sister is lost in the Boreal Wood
Barn swallow nesting in her icy heart
Flown North with the wind to mate
Secret blossoming in tiny wombs
Her body decaying in the Roseroot leaves
Search for her in the darkness
And you find migrating birds flying
into thorns and bodies in torment
(Kelsey Bee)
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