a dehumidifier turns off; an exhale into silence

i take something
that hurts me
and i warm it
in my hands.

if it wants to
turn briefly
beautiful,
i open
my hands.

if it wants to
curl tightly
into a ball,
i open
my hands.

Published by Zak

an intertidal island in an ocean of impermanence.

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