SOMATIC SANCTUARY

Ella Bathory-Peeler

What if I took your

soul

 

 

and kept her safe.

 

And I covered your body with ink 

and stood it up in the rain.

 

And watched 

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, 

telling her 

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 

untouched.

Layers of crusted ink suffocating 

the cells.

And I’d release your 

retching, 

rasping, 

writhing 

soul

into that part of the body.

So it could cower.

Alone.

Protected from the oxygen. 

Forever safe 

from the storm.

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