Coma

Cranium cradled,
thoughts of you tread viscous water,
 

unspoken,
while broken body
lies dormant, in repair.
 

Embryonic emotions,
suspended between synapses,
 

waiting to be pipetted
into petri dish
and allowed to grow
again.
 

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One response to “Coma

  1. Strong emotional surge on the wave of clever, sonorous language. Julie, you have a wonderful ability to make beautiful the monstrous traumas of life.

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