You must be QUIET before I will SHARE. The slightest move, and I will skitter away, like a most vigilant creature. I am frightened of hurt, terrified of a puncture wound to the heart. I feel as if I will BLEED at the slightest touch. I do not mean to ENDOW you with such power. And truly, I yearn for connection. Would you consider setting out a DECOY you? One where I can practice vulnerability? I would be ever so grateful.

Georg’ann

Rolling the ROUND balls
under foot, feeling
the foundation soften.
Tingles, like pins and needles
spark all the way up my calves.

Trying to ADOPT a yielding
frame of mind for discomfort.
Imagine myself like a GEODE
Rough hewn, bumpy, blemished
sturdy seeming, yet breakable.
Exterior a DECOY for the interior
Radiant crystals hidden within.

Heather