In This Silence

She spins,
admiring her image
in the glass-clear pool
above her.
Silver looks good on her,
like a new layer of scales
to wrap her tightly
in difference.

Almost
perfect.

She sinks,
trying to unearth the day
when Y marked the spot
in place of X
where once
up from under rock,
She first wore his genes
like bruised skin.

Her inferiority
had created him
from this
single
cell.

In
this
silence

She screamed,
Shattering the surface
of the illusion he created of her
and stretching a new arm,
long and human,
she touched the edge
of future.