bruises don’t often appear on the surface. strip away her face, her skull, to reveal the battered, rotting brain of a girl warped into believing abuse is a normal aspect of life, like pouring milk into a bowl of cereal for breakfast.
We are only drowning in shallow waters if we don't come up for air.. But if we look above the surface, we find there is more left to breath. We just have to look above the waves of our own discontent.
Frequently I imagine Unwrapping you slowly (softly) a gift that I have dreamed of Feeling your skin again (and again) I am grasping for moments (for you) I want to cement in me the softness of your (living) the sharpness of your bones sweet like sugarcane below your surface. I am here to catch every breath between my tingling fingers caramel tongue slowly unwrapping (me) Frequently.
