Her Grey Matters

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(Photo Credit: K. Shawn Edgar)

Her mind
dappled with sterile
light

Her skull
breached with blade of
bone saw

Her tender
grey fields
sown with precision

surgical steel-

ing
time and
blood,

red with fresh oxygen,
like wind-blown crop dust
through early sunlight

It’s times
like these,

when her insides
are out, and

her outside self
is trapped within

that

she

is

one

with

all

Living and Dying

with

all

Knowing and Unknow-

ing
she’ll only
retain

wispy glimpses of all
when she

wakes

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11 thoughts on “Her Grey Matters

      1. I never could describe her, for she might be me and mirrors distort what I see, for they are only dark glasses of reality.

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