Pariah
Fingers fold and crumple,
Disperse
particles of sand roam,
widowed
and the earth spins, satin black
Structure remains, fist and
cage
A false light imbuing air
with the treachery of hope
I empty my timeline
into a teacup
Watch it soak porcelain,
amoebic stars feeling the clanking rim
We unsettle
where we form
Formation is endlessly ugly
and existence violent
Death arrives and collapses
between sleek fibroid lips, violet
oscillations
Pretence extending like a sheet,
holding cadaverous air
And the body continues,
in its endless lie
As unforgiving as your truth
Pariah -- Marcos Dimas
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