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I don't believe you when you say
that your hands are tied.

I don't believe you when you say
that your hands don't have holes in them.

That the sand doesn't slowly pour out through the cracks between your fingers.

...

𝘐 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘢𝘭π˜₯'𝘷𝘦 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸𝘯...

when you asked me
to hand you my soul,

that the depths of its love,
your hands, π—°π—Όπ˜‚π—Ήπ—± π—»π—Όπ˜ 𝗡𝗼𝗹𝗱.

...

β–ͺ︎ mica light β–ͺ︎
STUCK
In the space between
What we know
And what they don't.

HERE
In this room, that your eyes
Are filling with smoke
That only I can choke on.

YOU
Take up so much space
In this place, you and that
Fly on the wall.

AND
We keep a safe distance
Until a red carpet rolls out
To the livingroom floor.

I
Find myself submitting,
Cause your mouth is so delicious.
Your eyes are so insatiable,

And this story's too salacious.

β–ͺ︎ mica light β–ͺ︎
There was much of you my
soul found it already knew.

The rest of you downloaded
into my bones and flesh.

My ancestors hugged yours
and our traumas wept.

β–ͺ︎ mica light β–ͺ︎
The universe, she needs me.
For transference she is seeking.

Pouring feelings down my throat,
so they can find releasing.

And Im permanently wired
to the frequency shes speaking

Collecting dust from comets,
to carve out my own meaning.

I make light codes out of lessons.
I upload them when I'm dreaming.

Slowly taking all the pain,
and I turn it into healing.

And for every cleanse completed,
she leaves me with a teaching.

And the world's a little wiser,
a little more appealing.

β€’ β€’ β€’

Then I get another download,
and the cycle keeps repeating.

.
.
.

β–ͺ︎ mica light β–ͺ︎
A queen will always turn pain into power.
[π™Ώπš›πš˜πš•πš˜πšπšžπšŽ]

π™³πšŽπšŠπš› πš‚πšŠπšπšžπš›πš—,
π™²πšŠπš— 𝚒𝚘𝚞 𝚜𝚎𝚎 πš πš‘πšŠπš'𝚜 πš‘πš’πšπšπšŽπš—?

𝙸'πš– πš˜πš— πšπš‘πšŽ πšπš’πš›πšœπš πš™πšŠπšπšŽ 𝚘𝚏
𝙰 πš‹πš˜πš˜πš” πšžπš—πš πš›πš’πšπšπšŽπš—.



[𝙸]
π™³πšŽπšŠπš› πš‚πšŠπšπšžπš›πš—,
𝚈𝚘𝚞 πš›πšŽπšŠπš•πš•πš’ πšœπš™πšžπš— πš–πšŽ πš›πš˜πšžπš—πš.
𝚈𝚘𝚞 πšπš˜πš˜πš” πš–πšŽ πš πš’πšπš‘ 𝚒𝚘𝚞 πš’πš— πš’πš˜πšžπš› πš˜πš›πš‹πš’πš
πšŠπš—πš 𝚒𝚘𝚞 πš πš›πš˜πšπšŽ πšœπšπš˜πš›πš’πšŽπšœ πšŠπš›πš˜πšžπš—πš πš–πš’ πš•πš’πšπšŽ
πšπš‘πšŠπš πš‹πš›πš˜πš”πšŽ πš–πšŽ πšπš˜πš πš—.

... π™°πš—πš πš–πšŠπšπšŽ πš–πšŽ πš πš‘πš˜ 𝙸 πšŠπš–.


[𝙸𝙸]
π™³πšŽπšŠπš› πš‚πšŠπšπšžπš›πš—,
𝚈𝚘𝚞 πš›πšŽπšŠπš•πš•πš’ πš πš›πšžπš—πš πš–πšŽ 𝚘𝚞𝚝.
𝚈𝚘𝚞 πšπš›πšŠπš‹πš‹πšŽπš πš‘πš˜πš•πš 𝚘𝚏 πšπš‘πšŽ πšπšŠπš‹πš›πš’πšŒ 𝚘𝚏 πš–πš’ πšœπš˜πšžπš•
πšŠπš—πš 𝚒𝚘𝚞 πšπš πš’πšœπšπšŽπš πš–πšŽ πšžπš—πšπš’πš• πš’πšŽπšŠπš›πšœ 𝚘𝚏 πšπš›πšŠπšžπš–πšŠ πš™πš˜πšžπš›πšŽπš 𝚘𝚞𝚝.

... π™°πš—πš πšŒπš’πš›πšŒπš•πšŽπš πšπš‘πšŽ πšπš›πšŠπš’πš—.



[𝙸𝙸𝙸]
π™³πšŽπšŠπš› πš‚πšŠπšπšžπš›πš—,
𝚈𝚘𝚞 πš›πšŽπšŠπš•πš•πš’ πš”πš—πš˜πš  πš‘πš˜πš  𝚝𝚘 πš πš›πš’πšπšŽ.
𝚈𝚘𝚞 πšŽπšπšŒπš‘πšŽπš πš–πš’ πš•πš’πšπšŽ πš’πš—πšπš˜ πš’πš˜πšžπš› πš›πš’πš—πšπšœ πš’πš— πš‹πš˜πš•πš
πšŠπš—πš 𝚒𝚘𝚞 πšπš˜πš•πš πš’πš 𝚝𝚘 πš–πš’ πšŒπšŠπš•πš•πš’πš—πš πš˜πš—
πš—πšŽπš  πš–πš˜πš˜πš— πš—πš’πšπš‘πšπšœ.

... π™°πš—πš πš’πš πšŠπš•πš πšŠπš’πšœ πšπš’πš—πš πš–πš’ πšπš›πšŽπšŠπš–πšœ.



[π™Έπš…]
π™³πšŽπšŠπš› πš‚πšŠπšπšžπš›πš—,
𝚈𝚘𝚞 πš›πšŽπšŠπš•πš•πš’ πš‹πš›πš˜πšžπšπš‘πš πš–πšŽ πš‘πš˜πš–πšŽ.
𝚈𝚘𝚞 πš πšŠπš•πš”πšŽπš πš–πš’ πš•πšŽπšπšœ πšπš‘πš›πš˜πšžπšπš‘ πšπšŠπš›πš”πš—πšŽπšœπšœ
πš πš‘πšŽπš›πšŽ 𝙸 πš–πšŽπš πšπš‘πšŽ πšœπš˜πšžπš—πš 𝚘𝚏 πšœπš’πš•πšŽπš—πšŒπšŽ
πšŠπš—πš πšπš˜πšžπš—πš πšŒπš˜πš–πš™πšŠπš—πš’ πšŠπš•πš˜πš—πšŽ.

... π™°πš—πš πšπš›πšžπš•πš’ πš–πšŽπš πš–πš’ πšœπšπš›πšŽπš—πšπšπš‘.



[πš…]
π™³πšŽπšŠπš› πš‚πšŠπšπšžπš›πš—,
𝚈𝚘𝚞 πš›πšŽπšŠπš•πš•πš’ πš›πšŽπšŠπš πš–πšŽ πš πšŽπš•πš•.
𝚈𝚘𝚞 πšœπš™πš˜πš”πšŽ πšπš‘πšŽ πš πš˜πš›πšπšœ πšŒπš•πšŽπšŠπš— 𝚘𝚏𝚏 πš–πš’ πšœπš”πš’πš—
πšŠπš—πš 𝚒𝚘𝚞 πšπš˜πš•πš πš’πš— πšπš˜πš—πšŽπšœ πšπš‘πšŠπš
πš›πš˜πšœπšŽ πšŠπš—πš πšπšŽπš•πš•.

... π™°πš—πš πš’πš πš›πšŽπšŠπš•πš•πš’ 𝚐𝚘𝚝 πš–πšŽ πš‘πš˜πš˜πš”πšŽπš.



[πš…π™Έ]
π™³πšŽπšŠπš› πš‚πšŠπšπšžπš›πš—,
𝚈𝚘𝚞 πš›πšŽπšŠπš•πš•πš’ πš•πšŽπšπš πš–πšŽ πš‘πšŠπš—πšπš’πš—πš.
𝚈𝚘𝚞 πš‘πšžπšπšπšŽπš πš–πšŽ πšπš˜πš˜πšπš‹πš’πšŽ πšŠπš—πš πš‘πš’πš πš–πš’πšœπšπšŽπš›πš’ πš’πš—
πš–πš’ πš™πš˜πšŒπš”πšŽπšπšœ, πšπš‘πšŠπš πšŠπšπšπšŽπš› 𝚒𝚘𝚞 πš•πšŽπšŠπšŸπš’πš—πš,
πš‘πšŠπšŸπšŽ πšœπšπšŠπš›πšπšŽπš πšŽπš‘πš™πšŠπš—πšπš’πš—πš.

... π™°πš—πš 𝙸'πš– πšœπš™πš’πš•πš•πš’πš—πš πš’πš πšŠπš•πš•.



[πš…π™Έπ™Έ]
π™³πšŽπšŠπš› πš‚πšŠπšπšžπš›πš—,
𝚈𝚘𝚞 πš›πšŽπšŠπš•πš•πš’ πšœπš™πšžπš— πš–πšŽ πš›πš˜πšžπš—πš.
𝚈𝚘𝚞 πš•πšŠπš’πš πš–πšŽ 𝚘𝚞𝚝 πšžπš™πš˜πš— πš’πš˜πšžπš› πš›πš’πš—πšπšœ
πšŠπš—πš 𝚒𝚘𝚞 πš”πšŽπš™πš πš–πšŽ πšπšžπš•πš• πšŒπš’πš›πšŒπš•πšŽ
πšžπš—πšπš’πš• 𝚠𝚎 πšŒπšŠπš–πšŽ 𝚝𝚘 πšπš‘πšŽ πšπš›πš˜πšžπš—πš -
(𝚝𝚘 πšπš‘πšŽ πš™πš•πšŠπšŒπšŽ 𝙸 𝚠𝚊𝚜 πšπš˜πšžπš—πš.)


... π™°πš—πš 𝙸 πš‘πšŠπš 𝚝𝚘 πšœπšπšŽπš™ πšπš˜πš πš—.



[π™΄πš™πš’πš•πš˜πšπšžπšŽ]

π™³πšŽπšŠπš› πš‚πšŠπšπšžπš›πš—,
πš†πš‘πšŽπš›πšŽ πšŠπš›πšŽ 𝚒𝚘𝚞 πš—πš˜πš ?

𝙸'πš– πš˜πš— πšπš‘πšŽ πš•πšŠπšœπš πš™πšŠπšπšŽ πšŠπš—πš
πšπš‘πšŽπš›πšŽ'𝚜 πš—πš˜ πš πš˜πš›πšπšœ 𝚝𝚘 πš‹πšŽ πšπš˜πšžπš—πš.


[π™΅πš’πš—]


- π™Όπš’πšŒπšŠ π™»πš’πšπš‘πšΒ Β 

       𝟢𝟾/𝟢𝟾/𝟸𝟹
In bitter ink
I dip my feather.
My hands carve out
A weathered letter.
I hold the page
Steady, it hovers
Grazing the flame.
Your name getting hotter,
Til it crumbles to ashes -
Catching fire at my altar.

β–ͺ︎ mica light β–ͺ︎
I had a dream I sewed your sheets onto my bed last night.

As if stitching them together, might...
keep us here forever.

As if our dreams becoming tethered, might...
be worth divine endeavor.

As if sewing strands together
of our hair, into the feathers
of our pillow soaked in pleasure, might...
be something we should treasure.

But then i woke up to discover,
I'd been sleeping in the center...
& from my bed, your sheets were severed.

β–ͺ︎ mica light β–ͺ︎
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