She was spotted.
Her joints creased with flesh.
Her frame mildly translucent
layered with stiff skin, shaved of all disguises
she made a wreath of lavenders, the smell soaking into her thin braids,
flowing up her scalp melting into her arched spine
vulnerability sighed inside of her
directly underneath her ribs
She underlined the clay in the dirt
caking onto her raw calloused feet
her hands danced with brilliance
separated the stems of thought into roots of speech
brittle sentences that could be torn apart
to make a body of sounds
the chanting of the earth moved mountains inside her mind
fog oozing over their peaks
heavy with sunshine and observation
the sky opened up
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