My breath whispers
never happened memories,
echoes forbidden rituals.
That smile embalms my spleen…
I choke on my thirst,
drink from an empty glass.
I rip a nerve each time…
I touch memory
of the never happened.
I inhale deep,
filling my lungs with deadly addiction.
I measure my walk heel to toe,
unbroken chain of footprints
at the shore.
I close my eyes
and let the night ripple
over my skin,
cut the umbilicus, erase my world…
… I sit in tall grass
and spread the bones of my fingers
contemplating my escape,
a gateway, I’ll walk one day,
over the hill, in damp sand,
following my footprints.
© 2011 by Nina K Orlovskaya
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