Wednesday, July 7, 2021

Fettered Voice

 

you’re quite invisible—avenged woman’s work—I never found you. the devil was in me, those pomegranates were leaking, it was much fire fierce disappearance. I know you’ve life, a soul dying, I was alert to Satan’s voice. so baptized, much trembling, sure-death’s tremors. I never met you. we missed paths. I just met you.

 

fury in distaste memories in hurting me while I said so much in one whiff.

 

it seems unfair, it’s uncool, uncouth, a man designated to his illness. never a soul with a voice but more a specimen, something to dissect, some monster happening into humanhood.

 

we died early on. an infant returned. mother was cruel. bleeding with spirits in a daze a map a mansion. assigned a voice, a skeptical woman, while it felt decent to fall at love’s mat. more I should give. less I should take. more fever or deliverance or across a slow melody.

 

by pain you give by hurt I gave by new problems I receive. you’ve strength left. you’ve caring left. I shouldn’t be dying. it shouldn’t be remorse. a dream to a fish, a grave to a turtle, so little respect when a nerve was exposed.

 

aha. or alas. or ha.

 

so coarse so cavalier where it must be a story—those fretted bullets, those last helmets, a woman will take the helm.

 

can’t stop thinking, so little was given, sour aches feel fettered.    

PS.

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