Stripped of her clothes

Laying on a cold floor

Feet brushing the dust away

Dusting the rising song from her lungs

Blowing away at the sound waves

Throw her away

Send her out into the bay

And sing

Sing a song that is new

Unto the one who pulled her through

Thank you family

Thank you friends

Thank you to the giving men

Thank you for those who made time

Showed up, not a sound

Just listened to the rhyme

No rhyme or reason in this mess

No finding clarity

And the air raises my chest

But the gut is where it should be

My gut is what helps me to see

When others aren’t looking

  • Vanessa Vallozzi

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