Shibari Knot

My shadow

self

is tied up

in Shibari.

Pulled, twisted

tightened &

squeezed.

Oh yes & I go off

on tangents,

designed to resist

my body

fear.

My brain,

meanders

down

(thought)

streams.

Divorced, but not

before swinging

through

tree limbs,

gnarled roots &

tea leaves – leaving

my hands

tied.

My eyes

take

it all in

staring

in all the corners,

where my

shadow

likes to

lurk.

She comes

undone &

unravelled,

back

home to

herself.

Lighter, but

with a new

spring

in her

step.

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