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[brownstargirl]

she shell

- suheir hammad

the morning is still see
shell in my hand acca
sea in my hair sunrise
yet waning moon set salted
skin an ear roaring ocean

the day fire opens soldiers
sky storming in air hands
in defense hands in
exile mist in return rain
hands open gaza reaching

the day heat sparks hills tear
gas tears face vision smoked
cycle begins gulf of ache
sound bombed body unarmed
color me marmara

the night no names yet
still mourning strip sieged
blockaded spirit in water
flesh offers blood the sea
opens me cannot keep
food down or feed
a dream thirsting

the morning caves in
spin vacuum river turning
wave grey masking ports
sinking ship waiting still
weighing humanity floats
an ill wall delays the sun an eye
witness moon memory water