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.