braised
in a sea of
anonymity
i rise
swiftly,
holding on to this thorn
in the
side
of my wall: yellow amaryllis in
full bloom
i never turned, i
deemed it
unnecessary
and you, you continue
to
claw
into musculature that isn't yours
(i will be free)
i will,
i turn fast into a praise-worthy thing,
riot against the best parts of
your soul,
writhing slow in
the side
with
thorns...
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