Today's poem is by Pascale Petit
What the Water Gave Me (VI)
This is how it is at the end
me lying in my bath
while the waters break,
my skin glistening with amnion,
streaks of starlight.
And the waters keep on breaking
as I reverse out of my body.
My life dances on the silver surface
where cacti flower.
The ceiling opens
and I float up on fire.
Rain pierces me like thorns. I have a steam veil.
I sit bolt upright as the sun's rays embrace me.
Water, you are a lace wedding-gown
I slip over my head, giving birth to my death.
I wear you tightly as I burn.
don't make me come back.
Copyright © 2010 Pascale Petit All rights reserved
from What the Water Gave Me
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