in no man`s land

 

I am we

are

prisoners

of my breath

travelling to the edge

of that raw

knowledge wrapped around our bodies

 

waves brood

darkly  grow denser

reeds become needles as

hands measure with spikes

 

they pull you from

my core my broken

vowels

piercing

slit skin

 

you leave me

left behind

backspaced  and incomplete

I have become she who

is

holding the light

in her hands