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Deep

a Poem by soma

I am unmade—
your blade-tongue wound
beneath my ribs,
blood in your teeth.

I am sunken—
dressed(bound) in
ivory and sand.
I dream alone
in the deep below.

What will I see when I wake?
Finally, do you(us) see?

Descent(dissent)—

A thousand-why storm
made nest in my head—
the prison(body) trembles.

I ask(askaskask):
do you see me?

I am surrender—
all that I might offer
stripped(stolen):
my secrets, my name,
my heart (your hands),
my throat—

I am witness.