Sorrow songs

The lights brighten and frighten life back into my eyes
I had separated the egg from the yolk
The dizzy spells of memory catching
And resurrecting a time and place.
For awhile the mythologies fade
each second stretched over canvas
and images displayed
I piece together the last hours
when my body was slipped under blade
auterized and wrapped in soft gauze
to feel instead of see,
my insides sense the lack in me.
I am adapting to superficiality
and how my landscape changes
with seasons and unexpected
freeze and thaws.
My femininity delicately whispering
elling my body to calm
o quiet the sorrow songs
hat began when the bandages fell to the bathroom floor.