Pain
Thirsty breath
empty cup
Miniscule blood droplets
bubbling up on
lines drawn
on the left ankle by
the blade-like
edge of right toe nail
Pain locks horns
with uncertainty
reaching out
and stumbling
crumbling, rumbling,
numbing fear
silence, loud
as constellations
crashing where’s
the consolation
as the broken
starlight sighs?
Edited by Venus Davis. Words by Sujata Lakhe and Kelly Boyer Sagert.
