it was you, in my
visions, reaching into
my chest. i had
lily pads made from
cement, wrapped tight
around my sternum.
there were ancient boulders
cracked hatched tumbling
inside my ribcage, parented
by the print of your peel.
i awoke in the afternoon and
it was you, above my torso--
your arm slick sunk into my
chest, my skin stung with each
lash from the hair of your flesh
and the wound it wrapped tight
around your arm; you held
my very being, you clenched my
pipes and wires from the inside.
1 comment:
I love ending on this one. And I enjoyed the part about lily pads. This is strong and very well-written.
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