Twist and turn until you feel each bone break.
Fingers nimble, bitten by frost.
You reach down into the darkness.
Deep end, tidal waves, until you feel your spine.
Caress each sharp edge with your index finger.

Caress each sharp edge with your index finger.Teeth on a comb, and you can finally hear your song.

Never knew the words until I saw your face.

-Saree McClaran