for the ones whose fingernails are worn from gripping too tight {a poem, a love letter}
for the ones inventing new ways to hold and be and stay true to themselves. and this is for you, human and here...
this is for the ones
whose fingernails are worn from
gripping too tight, holding too long.
for those who let go
and found nothing left to rebuild. those
who have bruises under scars
and fingerprints on bone.
this is for bodies who tense quicker
when told they are safe,
who hold visions of freedom
that never came. for dreams
of soft landings and
jaws that …