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Inflection
sweetirade

arms reaching for something more
 1
 
 
outward, inward
 2
 
 
backward, forward
 3
 
 
i feel a rasp on my wrist
 4
 
 
a tangle in my throat
 5
 
 
and that silhouette is cracking my vision
 6
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
god, to crawl into that maze
 7
 
 
without being swallowed
 8
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
the bones in her fingers tear at my skin
 9
 
 
my shoulders are snagged
 10
 
 
and there are beads forming all along my arms
 11
 
 
tiny little gasps, sad little yawns,
 12
 
 
an involuntary laugh, a sacred shudder
 13
 
 
underneath her sprawl
 14
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
god, to curl into my other self
 15
 
 
without feeling foreign
 16
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
a salve was pressed onto my body
 17
 
 
harder, impressing itself into my core
 18
 
 
until there were no more sighs,
 19
 
 
not a single longing in my joints, just
 20
 
 
an ache for where the clouds part themselves
 21
 
 
and limbs extend beyond their length
 22
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
god, to feel the rustle she makes
 23
 
 
when i close my eyes
 24

12 Jan 08


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