Hijacked

Tearing at your own flesh will make blood.

Attempting inhibition often creates eruptions.

Occasionally it’s a restraint of wild woman anger,

but most often a deluge of tears.

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Watcher of changing morning light.

When in one’s own wound

there is no separation, lest her story of loneliness.

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Tender shells make for better prey.

Over forty years of armoring.

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Embellishments found across the ocean

fade by the sun.

Attractive trinkets for the joy of noticing.

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Exhalation returns.

So does disappointment.

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Inexplicable blues of desert sky beyond white sheer cotton,

and a vibrant ancient orange draped on strong wood

is pause worthy.

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Aches can seem like they will swallow a person whole.

Or there is the possibility of diminishment over time, like the tiniest leak on a tire.

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Temperatures unusually cold makes sensation of a body more accessible.

Able body. Mother of a child with a less able body.

Woman who carries a 15 year old body, beautiful body.

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A she who holds so much more than bones and blood.

Silent tears, loud wails behind closed doors of empty houses.

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Reverential current that continues to exist sustaining organs.

One square inch at a time allows the new dawn to return what was possessed.