ayakashi

Myanmar

define me

August 29, 2020

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5
my first one was picked by my mother
rebellious she was, but pliant
as she held me she murmurs
“I’ll call you ————”

my second stuck on me 
a duckling imprinting it’s mother 
“Here, this one’s yours.” I knew though
it wasn’t mine to take

the third I picked
in a bucketful of words strung together to sound out music
my conductor could not make symphonies

fourth came unwillingly 
a lion bearing crooked teeth—served none but it’s god—
soft words did nothing against
gunmetal hardened in altar hearths
i had no choice but to make it
submit

[filthy is control when moral bound]

but fifth—
fifth was mine by birthright 
call me truthless [call me liar]
fifth was only mine to take, my constellation to etch, my
empire to forge, mine
to tear down again again again until
it is only mine



define me i dare you
tell me what i am
my label will not make me
23.08.2020

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3 Comments
  • Paisley Blue

    I second what Anne said—i am so curious! From what I've seen, your work is beautiful and this piece is no exception! I cannot wait to read more! <3


    3 months ago
  • Anne Blackwood

    I'm so curious about you. You appear every so often and bless us with a quiet masterpiece and then drift away...


    3 months ago
  • aiyanna

    I absolutely love this, wow. That last line, "my label will not make me" is so powerful and I couldn't agree more. I hate labels that are forced upon me.


    3 months ago