Xotchitl
by John Birmingham
From a template weave my tangle shoulders.
Pausing the Inertia of all that was ,undiscussed customs from the unknown, bewilders the known.
Sliding ,
in a skid sideways.
Piling ever higher upon itself to prevent
the inevitable
touch.
Taken----------------------------------------------------------the opportunity of gentle caress is devoured by an impression of the most cataclysmic
abuse of ability
your tiny world has ever known.
The collision leaves only
the naked Spirit.
No armor to protect.
The Soul shivers-----------------------------------
ashamed without it's shell
the snail only glistens.
How fragile a fortress
to surrender beneath the foot of a shoeless child.
