by Dasom Nah
breath shatters silence
morning fog envelops my body
parched leaves on my skin open their mouths to
a cloud of dew.
from small window swings low
talking through a dream.
tells me how to move
memories scratch at my brain
empty hollow in my stomach grows
limbs replay learned helplessness
waiting for survival in surrender
i am twenty five twenty
traveling down the river of time
in the boat of my bed
sleeves full of tears.
run down my open palm
soothe the beast
till i start kissing away wetness off my hands
i hold smallness of a lone embrace
learn to waltz
down this hill i climbed in awakening
every morning i dance