this impenetrable image whispers hints
of my face
of my fashion
of my privilege
of my light

who was I ?

slivers of recognition stand upon spindles
as fragile as flamingo legs
all bone
no muscle
ready to snap into panic

startle me
wake me without breath

keep me from decaying in daguerreotypes

~bwarren 23

While chasing today’s NaPo prompt, a link led me to Decayed Daguerreotypes. The images I viewed threaded today’s poem. My engine has started.

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