Spiralled Shell - Australian Poetry Journal

I have detached myself

from my care for you

in identity, in emotion, in denial

and if that's what it takes to survive

I will float so far away

your heaven will have no choice but to take me.

Until you find: I'm no longer

in the spiralled shell

you made of me,

and too, vacate.

Until, slowly,

the letters of my own name

form a mantra

I can return home to.

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