She tells me "I was 85 when I was 13"
She means 85 pounds of feather and bone
But I also know that this means
She has aged a whole lifetime
A generation of shrinking has
Unfolded inside of her and then
Neatly repackaged itself
Like a sponge she has soaked up
The loneliness and
Then dried
Smaller than before
She means 85 pounds of
Sinew and glass
But I also know this means
She has known a whole
World
And it is wrapped around her
Bony wrists
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We Write for Fear of Silence
Poetry{My soul put into words. Writing is how I put myself back together again. Writing is how I love.} **all poems are mine** HIGHEST RANKING: #30 IN POETRY & #1 IN TEEN POETRY
