Sandpaper songs

chisel her image into rough edges.

She is sharp to the fingers

and smooth to the skin;

dark pearls follow her steps..


She is an alligator

wrapped in ribbons;

gentle without meaning,

harsh with intention.


Her sound is muddy thick.

Dust storms jump from the caves

of her lungs.


She has no reason to be silent.

She will not lessen

the power she brings.


She feels the beat of all moving things.

The net within her eyes

captures it all.


Her star ascends

while the lights of mortals fade.








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