Flashes; Mine

by Dasom Nah

in october

breath shatters silence

morning fog envelops my body

parched leaves on my skin open their mouths to

a cloud of dew.

light

from small window swings low

talking through a dream.

skin imprints

a voice

tells me how to move

memories scratch at my brain

little rats.

empty hollow in my stomach grows

growls

limbs replay learned helplessness

waiting for survival in surrender

i am twenty five twenty

sixteen

traveling down the river of time

in the boat of my bed

sleeves full of tears.

sweet tears

run down my open palm

soothe the beast

till i start kissing away wetness off my hands

in october

i hold smallness of a lone embrace

learn to waltz

down this hill i climbed in awakening

every morning i dance

December 2020

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