the Earth is healed, the streets smell
sparkly
and lack cement. She is able to be in
her body--
each muscle, unlocked is weeping into
the finish line. The finish line is a
light
beam. The quiet
is safety roaring's
arms in which
she is.
Her muscles no longer
weep. They wept until
they
dropped
away.
She is all that is left.
She
can look at any color and be okay.
The
stuttering stops-- that word
in her mouth lets go of her tongue and as it
is spoken, it floats away.
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