The truncated puzzle:::
Her tongue’s truncheon sits solid
at the ready (to respond)
Her coarse heart,
pumps deftly in defiance of a mind’s eye
She is the gracile figurine
The bubblewrap warms her steady
She is porcelain smoke in a midnight room
In defiance of
any fingerprint (cryout)
... oh that visage!!!
... oh obfuscated view!!!
You must
Feign surprise when i can see right through an image of you reflected in glass
wide-eyed, unwatered and
::unmoved::
Her Limbal Ring, diamond stone display
still she is unsatisfied
another inward, in-word retreat.
for her braille heart untouched
forever she fears punctuation
Endings.
auspicious audit
... of her fear
... of that truth
I guess for her it’s the thought of losing
...hope