He said I was like the sand,
never the same.
Just once, I’d like to run
through his hands.
To finally understand,
to see, to feel, to get lost
in his command.
To massage all of me
into the palm of his hand,
before the weathering and erosion
of all that I am.
You asked how I’m feeling of late. I find myself in a gentle disorientation. Neither here nor there, rested yet restless. I want to...
Silence the mind. Distance the heart. Sever false truths. She exists in a way unknown to you. Her former name slips away, fresh voice...
Before you could make out the tone of her skin, she shed another layer, and withdrew within.