WAKE

Mother’s gentle morning nudge

it was not, but my vision lifted

from medicated sleep to the tug of change.

I felt power in the cold wash of white light,

in the sound of my pulse,

in his hands manipulating my flesh like clay,

and I sought news from nameless eyes –

floating nameless eyes, their eyes

watching mine smile against arctic shivers

returning consciousness

under.

adrienne ophelia
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