Pupa, breathe out

Blink to click

It’s easy feeling unloved.
Shores of home outgrown,
a heart sounds with fear.
Scared in the dark,
self slips out of sight.
Asking me what is left,
I shine a light off-center.
You must blink, let go,
tiptoe the edge of the sword1,
the knife to your head.
A piercing thought:
Jump2. Don’t fall, don’t get cut up,
don’t get caught up.
Washed up on your beach,
you must sheath what pokes.
I signal a way and observe.
Your 1blade is glass,
a beautiful sting.
Fragile, fresh, firing at will.
Your hands dig into the sand,
and waves cling.
You. Are on your own.

(needles my heart, tears dilute blood)


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