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Starfish Story. {poetry}

 

He lay the starfish
In her palm
And it held her hand —
Yes, it clamped on.

It licked
the very
tip
of her finger,
that had formed
in the earliest stages
of her briny existence
in the
heat
of her mother’s belly.

It was there
that she formed
her own unique
mysteriously whorled
and patterned
fingertip.

The starfish
licked
her there,
and as her friend,
her sometimes eye-lock mate
stepped away,
kissing hollowed quartz footprints
into the sand,
she
licked
the starfish back.

She felt a jolt
a kick
vibrate across her eyelids.

Her body dropped in to the sea

As her legs buckled,
Her arms flailed upwards
into the sky
and she splayed out
before she fell,
like a starfish
in her own right.

Early childhood development studies
teach us
that a child
first recognizes
its shadow as its own
at the age of three.

She saw hers
for the first time,
right before she plummeted
face first
into the sea.

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Brittany Connors

Brittany Connors

Brittany Connors is an actress, writer, and general life enthusiast based out of NYC. She is a lover of story, text, and all of the various expressions we find to make sense of ourselves and the world around us. She believes all expression is a celebration of this breathtaking existence.
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