Her Imperfection

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She let him see what others couldn’t,

opened closets

and emptied drawers

and exposed her viscera.

She fully expected him to flinch,

toss her back

(a fish out of water,

the one who got away)

but he didn’t. Instead,

his tears met hers

and formed a river, a magnificent

fountain, rivulets which thickened

like blood. She revealed her nakedness

and he, finding her soul to

be more than oxygen,

found the pearl of great price

within her imperfection.

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