I swallowed stones
to fill the ache in my belly.
One caught in my throat,
weighed down words
so that they gathered in the dark canal of my pulse.
Others were ground to dust
and with each heartbeat
ran wild, surged within me.
As a spider web, as antique lace,
delicate cells
replaced with stone and ash.
I felt myself become brittle
and finally broken.
My eyes, blank as granite.
I heard marble crack as I opened my hands,
white-cold skin seeking yours.
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