Surrender
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I yielded to touch, to
the coldness of my skeletal hopes.
I yielded toward a winding stairway
that led to where footprints travelled
through vines, through treeless grounds,
through oceans of lethal predators. I watched
as I was caught by fangs, watched
my each limb shred through teeth of earthly origin,
and soon no feeling, not even fear, remained.
The last of my blood was drained,
and once again I turned into a pale
and will-less thing like before I was given
body or breath.
Then by fingers made of fire, my paleness
was carved, foaming out of the cyclops eye of God,
forming nerves and nostrils – a new and
waking lid.
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Copyright © 1998 by Allison Grayhurst
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.First published in “Snapping Twig” April, 2015
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