anhedonia in blossom—
the warmth of the sun
only skin deep  

an iceberg lies submerged  
somewhere yet-to-be-seen   

while her secrets   
rest quietly  
others fester  

sap oozes from scars  
long left by carved hearts  

counting the rings 
on a transneptunian 

the still point 
between pleasure and pain 
becomes a gem  

glistening on petals 
as the surf subsides

a sudden storm
in a butterfly dream
of chaos

i return to the center
and awaken as myself 

the snake's tail
circles out of
its mouth
Clayton Beach / Hansha Teki