The Hearing Shell

Leaning in.

Sheltering at the end of the last song, fingers splayed as weather comes but I want to remember radiance and rescue and first this question: what city is this and if I reach for her hand will she know me? If my mind would return to the gapped flesh of my flesh to mend itself, how far until the next note and will there be room enough? Inside us, to hold it.

Author: Stacey C. Johnson

I keep watch and listen, mostly in dark places.

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