Family Blood Fall burns my flesh like rusty shades of her leaves. I cocoon in sorrow’s labored breath as I dine on erstwhile memories. My presence …
A prose poem by Joni Caggiano (Editor Francisco Bravo Cabrera)
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This prose poem is hauntingly beautiful, rich with visceral imagery and emotional depth. The language feels raw yet carefully wrought, drawing the reader into a space where memory, grief, and identity intertwine. Phrases like “cocoon in sorrow’s labored breath” linger long after reading, carrying both pain and quiet endurance. It’s a powerful piece that invites contemplation rather than explanation, and it resonates through its restraint as much as its intensity. A striking and memorable work—thank you for sharing it.
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