Book III: To Break the Silence
Chapter III: To Safer Places
Flight
On a cool, clear black night
Upward rising
Arms open wide, whirling
In a free form flight
Quickened velocity diffusing
Skin from rapturous skin;
Remnants descend
Into your devouring hands
An unholy Eucharist
You made this skin
It belongs to you.
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I WILL DECONSTRUCT MY LIFE
A page from the Poetry and Quilt Square Books
of The Child Abuse Survivor Monument
