Branded Trail
Bare feet upon a worn cobble stone path,
Embroidered moss in the deep wounds stitching,
The crumbling monuments of human hands.
Sun awakening patch work quilt of viridescent,
An innocent haze of a time long ago,
Finger tips aching for the phantom hue of juvelon.
In ivory linen of blood who owned the body before,
Hems hanging long for earth's grasp,
Leaving a branded trail upon the heels of second skin.
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