Creator

I dreamt I went back home. My father saw
my tattered rags and ragged bones. He tore
the rags off my skin,
the skin off my flesh,
the flesh off my bones,
the bones off my soul,
and said, “My love, why were you hiding?”

 


 

Word Prompt: create

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