SCIENCE

Held in the Blood – The Poetry of Science

Between bone-linesand water’s map,what lingers moves unseen –a script of salt,unspooled beneath the skin.The child does not knowthe weight they carry,how old hands pressedbefore they curled to formthemselves.Through blood-threadand quiet etching,a mark remains –not of wounds seenbut of what was...

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