Rising snailine my
Depressed worth
Like a balloon burst;
Dearth love hath this troubling
Hatchless heart
Half-earthed, reluctantly art’d. Bubbling
Boiling over unwatched. Unaimed.
I fear imagined birthrights.
Snorting harsh saline
Drowning in marshy brine.
Her body was a grimoire writ
In gritty braille and fingernails
To read I willed myself blind
With imagination and agitated knife
I bled a Maginot line across lino tiles.
Alchemisland 
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