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 Jan 2020 Muzaffer
Satsih Verma
You had big
violence in your bones.
I suffered. Dream merchants
were ready to violate.

Benevolence descended
to know the depth of anger
in the eyes of the primate.
Why skin had gone thick?

The trapped scream
of the buds waits in lul
before the storm. Roses were
going to explode on the altar.

Bride comes slowly.
She had a date with
the thinking god. There would be
no consumption.
 Jan 2020 Muzaffer
Satsih Verma
A hard drink of
heartache, and you blink.
It was very difficult
to understand blues.

In black sky
you whimper and ask
only for the love to happen between
the sweaty hands.

The stings have
a job to do. They breed the
wasps amidst us. So your
signs bleed.

The night terrors
return. I touch the toxic
insignia. Such pure flesh
will kiss the poem.
when people asked
“what do you want to
be when you grow up?”
i never knew.
i’ve grown up a little, 17,
and all i am is
afraid.
 Jan 2020 Muzaffer
sandra wyllie
is the way you see
yourself. Anyone can say
“you are beautiful” but if you
don’t believe that or feel that

it really is worthless. If you see
only your flaws then your flaws
will become your scars. And the
more they grow larger in your

head the more they will spread
to the outside of you. And then
others will see them too. There’s
many people that will cut you

down. So, why do that to
yourself? Don’t make comparisons
to anybody else. You are beautiful
in your own right, the one thing

that makes you uniquely you. No one
else can be you or your kind of
beautiful.
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