She lay like
a wounded doll
without a face.
I picked her up
and breathed into her
carefully,
a fragment of her own dreams.
that was sucked away.
I watched her face swell
in pain, pincers of grief
gnawing at her innards.
How it hurt…
as I watched my face
burn.
I could hear the soundless rain
pounding in my heart
feel the stillness of the wind
raking my soul.
I felt the earth
the waking birds and
the murmuring water too.

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I cradled myself
my dreary empty shell of life
as though
I was a stray kitten returning home.
I breathed in again
Slowly, gently, those
fragments of dreams once sucked away.