Like terracotta warriors unearthed from a grave,the boisterously bountiful forms blossomedfrom behind their translucent shields of perpetual gray
Disparate fragments flew from their framesA memory or a moment lost,was suddenly reeled back to the fringes of her gaze,she lunged after them like she was eating rain
What was once ephemeral was now engrainedbeneath a surface of weighted glass and a woman’s sense of being
That point of catharsis never stays the same.