by Paxton Grey
at the peak i am alone / breathing
is just a collection of scars & algae
nestled in my chest
photosynthetic / yes / but
combined together & tracing
the horizon.
a wide foundation for the sky
to rise above it / but then
what to do
with the scars / not weeds / shining
on my flesh like
the sun itself
Paxton Grey (he/they) is a non-binary, neurodivergent software developer living in Virginia. His work has been published or is forthcoming in Sundog Lit, Glass: A Journal of Poetry, Pithead Chapel, Empty Mirror, and elsewhere. They can be found on twitter @BaileyGWrites.
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