I confess
to no one in particular
that I drew Death.
I am waiting to burst forth from the ashes and flames
like a phoenix who opens her eyes
and all the world drops alive.
is Death a sunset or a sunrise?
when the cards stopped making sense I stopped drawing them
scotch taped Death on my wall.
in the candlelight
a backbend turned my ribs into phoenix wings
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