Rie
Rie:
Ripped apart by hope’s asunder talons,
she scrapes up her dignity
from the bottom of the box
plasters it over herself
like camouflage,
and swallowing the moth’s wings of worry
she clings to the shreds of her sanity,
a shawl of feathery indifference
a shrug of down,
she is layers of the stuff of legend,
peeling back to reveal a new myth
fresh as sea foam,
sharp as a mirror’s edge.









