.
I'm not made up of costumes
that could bring shivers
on a midday blizzard.
I'm not crafted from silvery orbs,
falling from the woolgatherings
of your fruitless pockets.
I'm not a barricade tape
purposely fixed
on unexpected hazards;
and I wasn't designed
to fit within
your insatiable cravings.
Composed of fractures,
empty spaces
and winding abyss,
I don't need
your approval
to exist.
—MLD | 01102021
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Artifice
PoetryMy question marks were never caged but they always find ways to conceal their images and trick the pachydermatous spectator with artifice. Maybe, certainty can be Socrates listening to the mixtape in my closet? Maybe uncertainty can be me withou...
