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writtenasunder
Poems
Mar 2020
THE SOUND UNDID ME
i proffer this ceremony as tribute to my dust.
i rapture myself
bleed my prayful tribute
that my painted devils may enter in
o how i miss their rutting tongues
caressing soft slaughter
their baleful paean
how can i make this faded bitter thing rejoice?
i profane myself.
one might laugh
for how brightly
i am lost
princesses do not have voices like mine.
fragile moans haunt after unattainable highs
straining, piteous and woeful.
soulful.
fragile.
covetous.
am i home, or simply here?
i lay frozen.
i am brutal unkind.
i have a yearning fatigue.
am i alive enough to climb inside this,
my waning wilderness?
i do not feel the fervor.
i am not possessed.
i am bled dry.
and the lament undid me.
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