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June 25, 2020

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the chili burns the air
                                    where i bleed, i stave off muscle
turn over
                                    as the fibre drips consequence, i 
                                    recognize a reflection in
that languid scroll
                                    where the ivory heaves, i
bare it
                                    suspend plastic sheets as though
                                    beauty can be preserved
i am but skin 
                                    clay breaks, body screams
packaged glory
                                    when the nitrogen embraces me,
                                    i know it is lying
i might yet adapt
                                    but 
the night is forlorn
                                    it too is writhing, synchronizing
                                    particles in hopes of
redemption
                                    isolation
and i am gone.
hello! this is a contrapuntal poem-- both sections are supposed to be read separately once, and then in continuition.

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  • Anha

    june 2020 wtw highlights are live, and you're in them!
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    5 months ago
  • chrysanthemums&ink

    this is so cool! i love your word choice and imagery in this! beautiful poem. <3 welcome to wtw!


    5 months ago
  • sunny.v

    oh my gosh i adore contrapuntal poems! you did this so brilliantly as well! also hehe i like your bio *fingers gun* right back atcha, sis. ;O welcome to Wtw!


    5 months ago