ONE, Ndabenhle S. Mthembu

One
by Ndabenhle S. Mthembu

I won’t pick the scabs on my wings
Let Nature’s stitches fall
Formed with their minor flaws
Sealing the fractures
Because they might be too young
to be broken

Like leaves they’ll fall in seasons 
As the wind we’ll rise to meet them
The stars will burn like the dreams
of the sleeping
But as there’s sunrise there’s damask dusk
And thus sunburst for all
Then again comes the fall
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Barking Sycamores is a literary journal entirely edited and operated by queer neurodivergent people of color. We publish poetry, artwork, short fiction (beginning with Issue 3), creative nonfiction (beginning with Issue 8), and hybrid genre work (beginning with Issue 9) by emerging and established neurodivergent writers as well as essays on neurodiversity and literature and book reviews (beginning with Issue 10).

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