a couple of chapters into
a couple of chapters into
sitting quite still, except
for the captive bird
between my hands –
a bait of
sentences into the stream
of my pulsating
brainwaves –
i am peeled
away so gently
by the loveliest
of daggers
i am reinventing
the moon,
disconnecting
the word impossible
.
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