Breakers
Before they are born breakers swell and loom in rolls of blown glass I would like to step inside, to be statue-caught in their crystal corridor like an ancient body preserved in a glacier. Then –- I can cut the white noise. Reboot. Prepare for my second coming, as foaming diamonds released from saltwater ectoplasm thrown on to warm, restorative sand. Equipped for terra firma dwelling. This poem by Fiona Perry was previously published in her first collection, Alchemy (Turas Press, 2021) Wolfpack Contributor: Fiona Perry
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