some time ago in my studio

Awesome writing here!

sheila sea

there were nights
I would wake up with water
pooled in my ducts.

I would look to my side,
gather the strength to roll over
and crush the company that wasn’t there.

I was beyond what we know as lonely.

with terminally wounded feminity,
singed in healing fire,
I was not quite ready to be reborn.

I often wash myself with these memories
and absorb them into my skin.

I often breathe into her and thank her for letting me begin.

– sheila c

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