Coax it with honeyed words
Promises of ruin
Pray it will emerge, sniff your hand with
The delicate timidity of a deer or rabbit
Until, satisfied, it stretches open its mouth that suddenly
Has too many teeth
Take a finger, a hand, my sanity if that’s what you need, I told it
I have only one life to get all these words out
It’s a small sacrifice
– Sara Myriad
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