spectrum

she held all of my light

when I needed her to

be that watchmen in my night

bundling my being between

layers of styrofoam

pristinely packaging for safekeeping

protecting my piece of peace

when I couldn’t bear to hold

the faintest fragment of a prismic split

casting rainbows and reflections

she held my light before its break

into spectral colors

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