TO THE BONE

The girl rubs her shoulder
against the wall
Nothing Scrapes fingers

and knuckles
Not any A snail
trailing stain and scent

No one
Dress worn through
to the skin

Not a thing
shoulder rubbed raw,
body cleansed

to the bone,
her shadow ragged
thread bare

Ever again
dare pass
between her

and the whitewashed,
blood smeared,
bamboo topped palace wall

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