in these final loud wounding hours,
the sunshine like a rainbow so dazzling
through my open slits, I can serenely depart
agony in the iris of my weary eye
bubbles floating up I tenderly sigh

sleeping where the purple iris lay still
rousing now to sing a silky song to her
buoyant yet strong faith swells in her heart
the silence is no longer a toxic weight
a fish will nibble me, for I am the bait

ears no longer ring from her anxiety
naked body touching white silk cloth
no more fears judging like a blanket of bricks
can injure her spirit, her unblemished soul
relaxing now she can rest and just let go

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