Erishkigal

When
 full 
lone
she lengthily stretched the 
sweetness
 out
she was 
bare
, hard
an observer of finesse.

Eroded by 
winds
 from the edge of what was possible
to 
love
,
stripped
fragments,
bloody depositions,
her quieted self laid out in necessitation
hardly quivered
a 
breath
.

Surface 
tension
 of her mind’s oil-slick shone,
slipped, 
lit
 self,
shadows of flames licked through bone-wrists, shoulder blades sharpened,
eradicated, turned to ash the cracked toe
blistering up in a moment
doused
engulfed
extinguished
.

So her lines redrew
in repetitions, definitions,
her eyelid’s flutter,
her 
living
 embers.



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