Bloodlines
"My blood is braided—
green with moss, silver with myth.
From Tara to the salt palaces of the Franks,
my foremothers sang with stones in their hands.
I was never meant for thrones—
only thresholds, where stories walk barefoot.
I carry no crown.
Only the wind in my chest,
and the riverline of remembering."**
DNA Spiral
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