Better a Comma Than Stones

Poetry Sunday

Poetry Sunday

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I curl my body
Into a comma
Better than a pocket 
Full of stones
I lay still as death 
And as quiet
I’m lying here 
Alone
Pulling air into my body
And then letting it 
Go
Curled to protect my
Heart space
From a hurt you cannot
Know
I curl my body
Tighter
I try to numb 
The pain
I could be lying
On the pavement
On a street
Or in …