Poetry

blue

Sierra Elman

peace.
inhale, exhale.
i trace shapes in the
mist forming on the
shower wall. a heart.

my heart.
it beats against my ribs.
rhythmically, like
the hot water running in
cascades over my shoulders.

rain.
i listen to it harmonize,
singing against
the windowpanes. i embrace
myself in a towel. lamb’s fur.

i count to ten.
exhale, inhale.
peace.

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