Nurturing the invisible wounds

She has a big laugh and a bright strut that turned outwards. These are strong  bones they say; but there are  other thoughts that struggle with the night, like mutinous sailors with invisble shanks. Sharp hands in  Rough seas,treacherous deeps where  raggedy ships  lose  their  moorings  on the cut of  wrecking decks and razzored wire, as all points bury to the  break.  MB