Deeper now, I slither to slumber
Beneath warm, cracked ribs,
Home of gold and blood.
Afraid of what is hidden,
I escape into a daydream
Of what I think is real,
which at one time was.
My body still remembers the pain
Betrayal. Lies.
Holding on to ripped garments
Salty, bruised, sunken,
My body grieves and loosens
To make room for new life.
I long for solace in a green place
Ripe with silence where earth can
Snuggle close and whisper secrets.
I rise and feel heavy, alone, still.
Growing to harvest in the dead of winter,
I crumble at the thought and reassure myself
I’ll still be loved.