wrapped in sheets of gray like stone
i lie here motionless
my movement imperceptible
but my eyes are like pits of seeping lead
my throat a throbbing magma chamber
my heart a massive glacial river
cracked down to the earth
who knows what ghost bodies lie within?
i lie and wait
in the darkness
like a mummy waiting to sail into the afterlife
reaching for the sun that smolders
my eyes
i know this is not my home.
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Melanie Ransom
An ordinary working mom trying to capture my thoughts before they fly away.
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