Sit still
I sometimes hear,
if my eyes are closed,
you dance.....
hold joy with glass fingers.
It rained on my magnolia,
bleeding out across the sky....
to reach that joy.
You danced, twist, and fell,
sick…….
How mangled your cry.
Shattered fingers,
dropping gardenias on the wound of my womanhood.
A child’s laugh filters through,
playing a sick hide and seek.
Blood congeals,
brown on broken pine needles,
petals you touched....
turned.

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