I am                              free

pain 

        washes 

                   away

      as ears                  fill–

sound filtered through.           water

each joint 

                      unbound, 

cursed connective tissues 

                      slacken.

 

Damona,          my healer,

I call to her, 

my feet buried in

                 tide pulsed sand—

cleanse me of my 

   woe.