in the early hour
the reverie of cool surface smoothed
under fingers tracing curves
the crest captured forever
was I an object
something to hold until a
river
with bites of smashed glass but I am learning
how to swim
my belly kicked with pins drinking the milk of
moon
against a fateful shard as opal wolves are my
sisters
of betrayal you did not kill me
your hand grips the splinter
trapped in
distortion
my pain rises into desert thirst
I am so old and so forgotten
just granules of sand rubbed into skin
your skin that now touches another
cuts
me
with is a mirror back to you
every
stroke
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