“Divorced” / Derrel Emmerson
When Dad divorced us we were bones discarded buried, flesh bare. Memories brought him back resurrecting the ones with remnant marrow.
In death he laid down to sleep with scattered fragments exposed.
I am disinherited: exploited, bleaching, gnawed, tooth gouged, forgiving human slight, waiting a new resurrection by the true Father.
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