The sand and soil cast me out

Crumbs of rock

Sandy soil

Casts me forth

Unfurl here

At the edge

Of nowhere.

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I got through childhood silent.

Embarrassed.

Despite everything, I had nothing to say.

Now I do.

There are two threads to tell of;

Dark normal – black tales of the place and people I came from. Everyday struggles.

Fantastic – black tales of things I’ve seen, that you’ve not even imagined.