Body By Numbers.

i count my teeth with my tongue sliding it over each surface they could be cleaner i count my lashes with my eyes half-closed and blissful they could see clearer i count my breasts with your hands tight grip and whispers they could be fuller i count each breath with my lungs i stretch and […]

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Grandmother.

One finger laced to another The quiet snap of gas between bone as they fold together A road-map of journeys internal Translucent blue, meandering Pronounced against silken paper skin Brittle, dry, fragile yet strong Encasing a vibrant soul that hasn’t aged Still the body fails it Betrayed to the endless embrace Of the deepest sleep […]

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