“Strawberry Moon”
Write about a sweetness you remember by its stain.
The sin of creation
Everywhere I go,
The shapeless nature of this reflection
Hovers in the shape of an echo
They all grasp at my shadows
While my phantom lies naked
I drag the limbs tethered,
For selves I cannot become
They all walk by this formless creation
As I stitch the skin born from eternal damnation.
Was I the sin of immortal creation?
The maker of this evil rose
As the womb bore this sinful creation.
Oh God, how can you be responsible?
To the emerging of such innate
deprivations.
early marsh
2d ago