with every change the light is mine
speckles of grace flash in the cracks
of parting skin
a new religion says its vow
new course in life breaks free
unhoused.
small dangers in shadows
how east meets the north
as famous figures taunt the young
hold hands with bleach-bathed truth.
home is a broken shell,
unsent texts vanish from the fold
as a smile sets into one’s jaw.
in time wounds turn grey
rivers evaporate and
mighty pain becomes a dull thought
in old age.
you emerge a brighter gaze
moulted past behind you
bristled paradise ahead
and you don’t miss your toxins
you take flight, face the living.
2 Comments
Anne Blackwood
"inspired by butterflies and acne"
Of course you were able to turn such commonplace things into something so existential and intriguing.
Zinniav
"speckles of grace flash in the cracks/of parting skin/ a new religion says its vow" - Gorgeous