a whole continent tilts
and falls to the cracks beneath.
No landmarks left.
I survive on my wits.
Surrounded by brides of Christ in black,
in a foreign country
I discover the rules by breaking them.
Hardest to learn those unspoken.
I never smelt so many others' bodies before.
There are no animals:
even the seagulls are flying high
to avoid the hockey playing cliffs.
Stomach clenched,
not knowing then
what was coming,
I disguised myself
in a veil and a smile.
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