The Journey to Safety

The hebrews. Plagued with bloody backs, and water filled lungs. 
The wispy hair of newborns, soaked in the Nile.
But one still floats. Moses. 

The pharaoh’s daughter. Destined with tragic-rooted riches and suitors. 
her bare, bronzed body is somewhat ethereal, her heavy jewelry, cold on her breasts
But he still floats. Moses

through the gilded waters of her baths, the 
shriveled body of a baby rests in a reed basket,
bumping against waves in a melodic rhythm. her narrow eyes pierce him.
she knows what he is. 

G-D lifts his feathery finger 
And nudges the Nile.

 
c

crisscross

NY

17 years old

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