A bowl as a hat Snipped right across for inky strands to hit No. 2 pencil below eyebrows Slim cat eyes catches light a mirror image Staring at each other A promise made under lock and key to survive
As time moved forward Living became heavy velvet drapes in deep summer fog drifting through years not yet unbearable Beauty came in seashell-sized packages We never did build that armor well…
In starts and stops the marble rolled Personas that fit for some time, then discarded like old clothes Never quite right, lacking… Depth
It was our permeability, porous like aging skin The kind that can be destroyed with a light touch Synapses painfully sensitive, no wrapping Leaving tattered pieces mourning in the wind
Lost on winding roads to places not meant for us other broken souls, unknowingly sending signals for a particular kind of s t e a d y presence Receiving, accepting c r u m b s, blind destruction, missing… Width
A specific kind of fragile iron Easy to s h a t t e r whole enough for a while…
Until I sat with the sharp Dissected it like a corpse then found you there
We sat together holding hands in our parallel universe I let go of the armor Giving you the reins to guide finally h o m e safe enough to bloom little me was set free
Layered Fragments, Becoming Whole 