grit

Writing by Moonlight

where does body begin

to touch the soul

the last iota of healing

before the death of a bloody scar

nakedness … is not simply skin

it is sometimes when in the shower

i feel the inexplicable tear

in the fabric of me that the wind found

& sent sun-parched leaves

tumbling inside

like duck feather, all the water slides away

vulnerable to the fates that bind me

suspended in time

feet dangling, when

i am a child of the earth

teeth gritted, hands clenched

i will break free

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Unpublished Work © 2018 Devina Singh

Photo credit: Pixabay.com

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