This road
is a glass bottle
thrown
at the sea,
a scratched note
cleaving tight
my breath
inside.
It rides
gravel
& storms
bright
with leaves
ashen
and rust
—scrapes
my breast
It rides
where the feet
hide,
this road
locked-up
inside my chest
my chest
—sky’s
looking-glass
bright
with leaves
ashen
and rust
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Photo: Ava-rebekah RAHMAN