My body and soul are entwined,
chained unto yours
until the mental sword releases us.
What then…?
Will my heart be finally silenced,
or will it quicken and bloom again?
Is there a spark in these dying embers –
one to allow mending, to reweave the chains,
transforming them into golden threads of an
exquisite tapestry – a design woven to flow
from me to you and back again,
devoid of the strangling tentacles.
The essence of that choice
hangs in the air like smoke from burning incense,
and yet
I cannot choose, oh God…
not yet…
-by Claudia Gillette
Claudia Gillette lives in Jackson, Wyoming.
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