anchor
Sep 25, 2021
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a poem
why did you attempt to anchor
a body so bound to existing?
a black body
haunted by memories.
on the hunt to outlive the
guests at their funeral.
to outlast the malice.
a black body
that wanted nothing
more than to let joy coat
the rosewood of their being.
to pollinate the world with its
neverending talent.
a black body
destined to outlive
smiling postcards filled
with butchers, the taste of
strange fruit, and hooded demons.
why would you try to confine a
body so intent on evolving?
the black body
can never be
sequestered.
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