Alone

I peel away the threads that make me mortal and step forward twards my tarn. A floral smell fills my senses with an incandescent light in a gentle dance that swarms. Slipping into hot water with translucent spheres I am vulnerable and alone. Locked away from stares my worries are unruffled, release of cares. I am neither here nor there.

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Suzanne Bliss 2001