What if I took your
and kept her safe.
And I covered your body with ink
and stood it up in the rain.
to see where the rain hit the flesh and
where the ink ran
from the body
into the gutters.
And, after the storm,
I’d observe where the skin was raw and visible.
And these would be your body’s most vertically vulnerable points.
And I’d see where the ink was still dry
and your soul would squirm,
trying to crawl under that skin and hide.
But I’d keep her caged,
she wasn’t yet safe.
Then I’d cover the body with ink again and prop it up outside
so the rain hit it from a different angle,
observing both the vulnerable and sheltered skin.
And I’d do this from every angle,
until I found the spot
that remained dry and
Layers of crusted ink suffocating
And I’d release your
into that part of the body.
So it could cower.
Protected from the oxygen.
from the storm.