Sunday, November 29, 2015

Dry

Like a bone--naked and stripped
of protective flesh,
of functional muscle,
of softening fluid.
Vulnerable and growing harder;
threatening to brittle--
closer to shatter.

Like a desert--vast and open.
Grainy with resentment,
arid with loneliness,
abrasive grit to scrape away
that which gropes for moisture,
for deluge.
A place for fasting and prayer,
as well as temptation;
a place for reflection
in no nearby pool.

Dry truth.
To soak up the self
that insists on drowning.

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