the rocks are living

 

My nails

trace the veins

in granite rock –

pearl white,

dark onyx,

– reaching into grey,

like the sapphire lines

that branch from my own wrists.

 

Maybe that’s why

it hurts

when you tread on them,

with careless ferocity,

the same way you step

on me.

 

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