shaking like your bones would
in the absence of faith,
suddenly stripped of its marrow
and the strength of a
lingering, unabated fate
splitting seconds, atoms,
memories, untraced glances,
crushed now, her muscles
sore, falling of the
trellis as if it got tired of
clinging, escaping the
narrow cages that bear
your voice and dreams
drying to be resurrected.
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