self love

  • Stones

    one in the throat
    smooth and round
    choking adamantine
    impervious

    one in the belly heavy
    misshapen
    sharpish corners prod
    intruding

    one at the feet
    sinking
    into sucking mire

    yet still
    scope tickles
    deep
    at sparking core

    rolling these stones
    carefully

    nurturing

    opalescent gems
    become self

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