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I remembered breaking a mirror with a brush of my hand.

You came and helped to
sweep up the pieces strewn over the broken floor.
I did not know you then
but soon we came never to part.

It was 7 years later when I finally realised what it meant

The Unbearable Lightness of Being

If I could lie on the grass as quiet as a seed,
I think my hair would eventually stand on ends;
Black roots penetrating the intricate network of
soil in me.

Like an unearthed potato left too long
in the corner of a dusty kitchen closet.

What fruit will it bear?
What shoots will it sprout?
What look will it take?
What changes will it make?

In time,
I think I would have turned into a splotch of black blades
lost in a field of green.

Lost and Found

I closed my eyes and calmed the tempest in me.
That which kept itself hidden for months was the one I sought to retrieve.
Yet when all became still nothing spoken was heard.
I heaved. Tried again.

And then the unease grew within me like
millions of angry ants
intending to gnaw their way out of my skin;
Waiting to burst out when I could no longer hold them in.