she walks with her eyes closed,
heels skating over an eggshell happiness
played up by a clear sun,
heart waiting to crack into a thousand
tiny pieces: of vessel, betrayal, muscle,
blood; to crash through roadblocks and
withdrawal and the thin layer of cloud
separating salve from salvage,
this moment from the next.
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Everyone who has been absent seems to be posting as of late…But you dear Lady, I always wait and hope..Beautiful……Again…But of course.