solstice

all night she sat curled tightly 

wrapped in stillness, mute as snow 

and when she looked, she looked straight through me -

eyes like coals burned down to char.

half light, now. she is standing 

near-eclipsed in window-frame -

remnants of ember fringed with spark

and magma core. she has remembered

she has secrets.  

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