Find Me

before I dissolve into a bony cage
that holds only an inky chill
my heart has chewed itself to shreds
awash on the white tile floor

I was a pocket of life in a corner
clinging to a stainless font
until a thousand thousand tears
crushed the breath from me

eyes blanched and swollen
skin an ill-fitting glove
hair waving goodbye
I am gone in the belly of a fish

 

Angela Dale

About Angela Dale

Angela H. Dale is a writer of press releases, personal essays, and, most recently, poetry. Her writing has appeared or is forthcoming in the Baltimore Sun, mamalode and Cold Mountain Review.
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