Cinse Bonino
Oct 25, 2022

each day

when I wake
I die backwards
a breath enters
I feel my heart
steady my blood
flow my heat rise
my bones grow
less heavy when
I stand my spirit
flits back through
the entrance to
the place where it
danced all night
with the others
we leave the door
slightly cracked

Cinse Bonino
2022

Cinse Bonino
Cinse Bonino

Written by Cinse Bonino

Cinse, a former professor with a background in the psychology of human learning, writes nonstop, and is addicted to capturing the human experience in words.

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