by Sage Ravenwood Camille Brodard All the ways we hurt The 1AM me wandered In the bone deep cold Feeling the weight of added scars I tell myself it’s life Emotional payment for living Unliquidated IOU’s for surviving Asigna demands it’s due Rendered in pieces of mind I stood among saplings stark Against an indigo sky Falling to my knees Hands snow coffined Seeking buried spirits Comfort crow or raven Fallen from the sky in this crevice Let nature take this burden Feel the ear