{"name":"bloodlines","description":"i lost my grip on you\nwhen we spilled \nour milk and honey.\nwe learned that \n‘till death do us part’  \nare hollow words,\nand that blood \nis thicker than water.  \n\nwe put oceans between us.\nshed our layers - \ntissue for tissue, \npain for pain.\ntransported and transpired.\nfrom roots to leaves - we water,\nand meet at the intersection \nof lines, lives and daughters,\nto our ancestors - they watch us.\nwe exchange sis for cess\n\nwhen our need to be right consumes us,\nwe get lost in the narrative, \nmuddle fact and fiction\nin order for us to play the heroine.\nwhen all the while\nyou were my oxygen -\nmy lifeline.\nand by cutting you off\ni dried out my veins\nand eclipsed the heart. \n— bloodlines | inheritance\n\nAlexxa Walker and Kheanna Walker\nSelf-Portrait\nHighlands, Scotland\nApril 16, 2022","image":"ipfs://QmaL4XKCSm2ZZrtiqSZV2gnibXebKkKSVzZsax7oLZYFNv/nft.jpg"}