I am word play,
A homonym.
I am ragged
slivers
Of golden
skin.
I am suspended,
Gilded,
Frieze and
fire.
I am wrecked,
Metacarpals
fractured
And ulna
snapped.
I am the one
kind child,
Wild, wild.
I am birch bark
burning
In frozen
rain.
I am Van Gogh,
earless,
In screaming
pain.
I am warmer.
I am free.
I am bluebird
chirping
On rotting
eaves.
I am forcing
A granite mind
Out of a child
soul.
I am buried
Underneath this
hardened dark.
I am freezing
underneath
My shell of
warmth.
I am holy.
I am godless.
I am sea star
healing
From jagged
blade.
I am counting
seconds
Until she
dies.
She is speaking
Different
tongues.
She is done.
