Faltering and then bending.
An everyday thing turned into such a horror.
Stress and release
Stress and release.
Hid beneath, in a burrow of past belongings,
haunted as hands touch them.
Slower now as the scanner processes.
Breathing forward, hands at side.
The wave is in motion.
Gaining and falling.
Released into mist.
-Sonja J. Johnston © 1995
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