Cassandra Loses Her Virginity
I relit my chest—
The fractured light
Spinning—red!
A dusting Thread of
Flowers settled among
The Churn.
Robin’s eggs—embers
Fall before—split!
Wide Open—
A rush—
Noise like trees burning,
Ending—then
Dreaming
Of uncovered wells.
©2008 Caroline Peterson. ALL RIGHTS RESERVED.
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