Kerri Shying R # 302 - Fissure

Fissure

I tore the thin skin

of my own daintiness

my scream penetrated

all the rooms  stopping time

so for a moment   there was no breath

this disease I    would prefer

a blow   to think that water coursing is

causal of the split

inside    all my self is shriven

ghosts are given up

to the effort of the next day  where

the tender kiss of paw paw

sudocrème trails   whisps of

early motherhood where

 late senescence walks  

 fetch me doughnuts please   

 now seat me   

 find my throne