fundamentals

these were your words not mine:

the trial of expressing, no-

trying to express-

the pain of heartsick wounds that sharpen

the image

cutting away the illusion of self,

that crumbling castle of fear

protecting this cowering child

but my words were on your tongue:

you sing it back to me

this inner sob

that no deep sea diver has unearthed before

and in the corridor of my mind

you find me

the shivering girl afraid

of waking