letter to someone 

u plant grains in her head
that cant be dug out,
seeds too deep to seek light.

u tell her, be mindful
when she can’t perceive feelings
an unfamiliar land

u should see her dying,
to know how it looks,
rock chipped off in chunks

ground dust
left as piles of sand
stack of papers between her hands

words thought to have arrived,
but can’t be read, unrecognizable
arid desert denying water exists

do u know what it is
to wrestle in the dark?
to feel words as grist?

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