Become Skeletons

Once, when she told me there’s no
vibration left to keep, she took out her
eyes. It was a symbol of her strength

her devotion to the light. I envied her
commitment… Once, when he asked us
“how do you know until you try it?”

another girl tried to swallow swords,
swallowed her soul instead. It was
a symbol of his testament to testify

death’s easy slip… There’s a lesson
here, somewhere between the blind
and the throat, it’s tongue is delicate

it lulls softly against erosion of time,
guiding her fingers to the flame,
or cool roots of the cedars below.

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