wrung in the wood



/ belle

carried away and some kind of resurrection


taken by rough hands
makes me fearful
but wind whispers
me silent.
timbered in arms
tendered to lull
trembling heart

nearer a gentle
coolness drifts
on a wind 
carrying bell charms
sweet flower bells
belladonna to lips

dappled in light
and death dreams
water in nose
and lungs
I fight the demons
and fight back
flight away from
black pearl

half drowned
half reborn
I gather up my clothes
I gather up broken
pieces that are
gathered shroud
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