Dark blue tentacles cupping a crystal center
An iceberg anemone
I sat in its center
Afraid to look beyond into the sea
To find out where the currents were taking us
But beat my breast and cried out against
the inexorable voyage
I took my rage and tried to melt my prison
I took the word “I” and tore it to shreds
I took my life from my throat and fed it to the fishes


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