each word is pre[sh]’ous -

like a diamond in the

mind; write mindfully.

Finger like flowers

Touch me in the morning sun

After I touch them

my lies are the shade

of dying weeds underneath

a blue summer sky

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Laboring alone,

She sobs, exhausted, lost, as

He rushes from work.

The world is spinning

Too quickly beyond my grasp

I fall off dying.

Rebound from hardship,

recover resilience,

regain composure.

It’s simmering, now

Hoist me onto the counter

Part my thighs slowly