Written by m ennenbach

(un)titled ode XXI

the
tissue
of
my heart
has
crystalized

a
rigid
structure
formed
of
former
flesh

her lips are the chisel

her eyes the hammer

i
am
dust
in
her
presence

my
soul
is
sand
between
her
delicate
fingers

spilling
to
the ground
under her feet

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