every bone inside of her unmoored from her skeleton

she left the flesh he no longer wanted on his doorstep –

it no longer fit her

it no longer owned her

he took the pieces he needed

mortared and chiseled her down to fine dust and cast her back over his shoulder like she could bring him good luck

like she thought he could bring her good luck and salvation

like her flesh and bones were never strong enough to stand tall on their own

like he was an anchor she needed to withstand the storm he brought

her discarded bones and unmoored flesh twisted into a sailor’s knot she leaves behind on his deck

she lets the sail rip through the wind

she sails

she flies

she sets free herself


©2017 erin hoffman – all rights reserved


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