Inspired by Alma Omerovic's post No. 6
our clay wounds cannot bleed to impurity--
violence dawning on our limbs broken in style & loyalty
can you hear your flesh? shredded into beans--
the jelly litter of your heart stops throbbing in my mouth
in my gut where submission seeks company
I love "jelly litter of your heart"
ReplyDeletethank you! i feel honored to have inspired someone :)
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