• Vol. 03
  • Chapter 06
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Lock and Key

I’m hidden like salt in the sea,
you taste my urge, but you cannot
see my body curve like a
rain-soaked cane. I am round
as a yellow bowl. Quiet on quiet.
Lost in your shape. Pour me out
like water; your secrets are safe
with me. Lock and key — as tight
as a mother’s fondest memory.