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i am spellbound by the swell of obsidian waves
they frolic back and forth — in and out —
ebbing and flowing mellifluous symphonies
seesawing — alternating
to and fro they sing like nymphets that echo
between the ruptures of my spine
i can feel the forget-me-nots blooming from
the pores of my honeycombed tongue
i can hear them — oh god i can hear them in my skull
please
make
it
quiet
again
the tide devours the flesh of my feet
onyx — graphite startling against the elysian moon
they sing from my irides gushing like two ravines
they flow and splatter and seep down my jaw
threatening to shatter the dam sheltered by
inky cosmos lips
i am knee deep in an islet of carbon black now
the dam bursts against my sandpaper throat
with marine salted eyes i meld with the ocean
together — as one, we step into the void
it did not get any quieter.
(please don't give in to sadness)
(please don't give in to sadness)
(please don't give in to sadness)
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Poetry𝙥𝙚𝙖𝙘𝙝 𝙗𝙡𝙤𝙨𝙨𝙤𝙢𝙨 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙝𝙤𝙣𝙚𝙮 𝙙𝙚𝙬𝙚𝙙 𝙚𝙮𝙚𝙨 𝙨𝙥𝙧𝙤𝙪𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜 (𝙥𝙤𝙚𝙩𝙧𝙮) 𝙞𝙣𝙩𝙤 𝙥𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙜𝙧𝙖𝙣𝙖𝙩𝙚 𝙡𝙞𝙥𝙨 /anthologies of prose and poems/
