the stone i am

About the stone bit,

Leslie. Am I supposed

to feel swirls of storm?~

everyday i feel

ice crystals expand

my femur, eleventh rib,

and pelvis. My right ankle

creaks before freezing complet

ely. Bones grow

until i fear exhales.

if i crack open, Leslie

will I be a purple slushy,

grape staining someone’s tongue?

will I be a geode,

quartz exposed?

will i be beautiful

so beautiful

someone presses their fingers

to me,

and gasps at their own

pearls of blood?

 

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