Curled Into a curved blade of sadness Scalding water spins on her exposed hip Knees pull to ribcage Chin dipping to collar bone Heart cries shake into milk-colored porcelain
I cannot let go. Your tossing burn courses through habituated veins. It doesn't hurt as much as it used to be one. Convinced I had cleared your traumatizing hurdle my heart, skip the love
I am kicking myself loose as the snaking ties twist my waist lash my ankles to the heaving ground losing touch grasp sensation circulation hands unclench, feet frosted so I kick loose