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Chips of concrete
Rock falling and plumes of dust
I look, an old fresco
Rich colors, now fading, cracks and missing pieces
Empty spots appear and within them – light
Iridescent, pulsating, alive

Pick in hand I hack
Cut
Smash
Tear at the image
Trails of rubble

I am not Gretel

I will not
Be following this
Trail back to anything
I once was

Step back
Ahhhh
How I’ve hungered for her
Glowing like the midnight sun