WISH my heart soft Libra
i was rotting inside a cedar box
riding reaching North Star
— hey.  Oh.  Wait.  I screamed
i was forever hating the thick-backed
men raping my love.
OH angel fell; bellicose /tears\
lose my hate:  whatever.  I forgot
my childhood and became what i am.
Forever wounded.

raped mother.

I was locked inside my MOUTH-moth
maggot  lips eating cancer breath.
  Hey!  How we live.  How we die.
forgiving memories that melt life.
Your fire.  Inside my heart.

:: 10.19.2021 ::

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