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This

The precious parts,
deep spaces,
this was never yours.

You couldn’t reach that far.

When sparks erupted
from your eyes and my body
cowered in fear,
as a closet became my best friend,
and trailer steps my protector,
and your voice
and words
embedded themselves
Into my future

my sanctuary was

fluidness
flow
rhythm

a hammock of meshed steel

this

lulled me to safe places
kept me from your raging
became my breath

You couldn’t touch me.

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