There was something in the way
she dismantled herself—
the way she pulled fire from the sun
and burned;
the way she lay face down
in the rubble, breathing in
ash and despair;
the way she tasted the destruction
before she carved herself anew
from the black sky.
This is an excerpt from a piece I’ve written for my book.
DISMANTLED 
Gorgeous piece!
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Thank you, Susi!
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You’re welcome, Kristin! 🙂
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The imagery in this is exotic; a beautiful marriage of feeling in metaphor!
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