Clay
Soft, squishy, sometimes
I run through your fingers and splatter Onto the floor
Other edges
Firmer and harder to move
I twist and reach, some
Tips hard
And rigid
Fall
And
Shatter
Give rise to softer roots that are malleable
Fingers reach from the inside Creating
Mazes in
My interior
Hands
Exteriorly
Touch me and I bend
But I am mounted on the same pedestal always
Stephanie Ngo is an MS3. She enjoys coffee and frisbee catching dogs.