Even after the dawn
The moon was so bright
Had me thinking of this feeling
Of being unsafe
One day you could pick up my bare skull
And let all the fears trickle out like sand
Leave me on the beach as a shell
To watch one thousand moons
Safe and hollow as a pink shell
that’s great. I love the fears trickling like sand and the safety of the pink shell. also the word ‘hollow’ has such resonance and overtones
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Thank you!
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