POETRY

On self-mutilation

Design by Sana Rose

Before I decided to glide
and dig the blade,
I had sliced
my soul, minced
it to a million
little parts,
so that once the cuts
got deeper,
the pain would dissipate
into something
fumacious;

from all that's precious
to the heart
and the soul's
million parts,
the vapours
can spread
into pockets
between…

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Jun 16, 2021

POETRY

On awaiting the metamorphosis

Design by Sana Rose

I wait for
the glazed eyes
to blink.
Air-dried,
the globes water,
sour pain
and sand grains
beneath the lids.

Inside the chrysalis,
a beautiful insect
writhes,
unable to
spread its wings;
the rainbows
in its light fabric
eclipsed by
the eternal night.

Rimmed eyes
forsaken by sleep
watch over
the…

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