Based on the following prompt: Prompt # 15
NaPoWriMo 2019 Day 15
Travelers, historically, come here for healing,
Regaled by tales of dry nothingness
Cleansed yearly in monsoon rain-
The creosote alone feels like a miracle.
I had 7 years of healing before I caught what ails me now.
The ache moved like a glacier from my heart to my bones,
Dug canyons in my muscles and left sediment in my blood;
Desert healing left me exposed to foreign parasites.
Now I spend my days catching the dead ones,
Digging them out and releasing them to make space
For cured skin and exploration of what’s left. I healed
So that I could suffer, this time, to completion.
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