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as rain trickles down hidden terraces, flowers bloom inside her inner eyes

swallowing fear is easy as shoving water through a hole, a helpless cause unless one has direction

creation exudes and precedes human folly, we crease at our pages hoping God finishes our book

Tired of being a body under ur palm Clay, malleable, forced into the mold Burning up the vessel hollows

It’s emptiness creates shape Ornate, a ghost behind metal Merely an empty vessel

Pouring hot iron Twisting, braiding it’s hair Building baskets Places to carry underneath your breast

I grow cold, cooling after the fire’s moan Cooling after the fire’s roar Smoldering flames choke up And feel me - dissipate

Shipped home, sold Carried and placed neatly on the mantle A doll, a courageous panel An empty vessel atop a christened mantle

It’s just you. The best parts which is all parts. You try to separate yourself from me but I am always there waiting for you to dissolve and fray the curtain that keeps you from me.