i thought i was
a weedlot rose
sun warmed,
sweet and thorny
a conceit….
thriving in the dirt

so wrong so wrong
was i

my garden is a quarry
and i,
pebbles heaped on

time frozen solid
in marbled veins

today i see
and think
stop thinking
feel along the crevasses
feel the varicosed ridges
feel something

i see me;
a statue
in a nightmare
i have no mouth
diamonds rain from
blind eyes

i see myself frozen
how best to shatter
this nightmare

but i can’t think
of the answer

i am afraid
of breaking
and of the pain
of feeling
too much

1SageFemme 2020

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