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by Danielle Jacobowitz

The dust of uncountable years
had settled into her skin,
turning her hair
a startling shade
of white.

We froze
as the aging sea
stretched and shook,
watched wordless
as she opened her mouth
and closed it over the land,

dragging her teeth
and raking her fingernails
down the walls
of our homes,

leaving the earth
ridden with holes
for her to leak through.

"What of our children?,"
we cried
as her terrible lips
leaving only tremors
to remind us
of the one
she returned

in her unfathomable


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