plunge your hands into my ribsMature

A collection of fictional prosetry pieces. Started on January 1, 2014.
estuaries: where the tide meets the stream

Plunge your hands into my ribs, start my heart back up with a few measured pumps of your fist.  There’s electricity when we touch and I am broken in places only your fingertips can reach.  I am drenched embers after a storm.  I need a new fire to call me back home.

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