Stigmata

My bloodstained boots 

Carry me through doors

Into foreign lands

And hostile territories.

Generations 

And generations 

Of ancestors 

At the mercy of their cells

Follow closely behind.

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About sarah cosgrove

actor.writer.director.teacher
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