Seven years I've sat in this cave
watching the sky lift and fold.
Shucked shells where my eyes were blue
My lips, a fossil kiss. The desert wind
blown through the hollows of my bones.
I've survived the silence by eating
my words. So do not ask me if I love;
I have nothing left to say.
Just hold the husk of my hand in yours.
Pray for something good.
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