Suspect
Trampled losses
Amongst my unfinished breath to
Nullify my sex, in the recess of absolution

This nakedness presents you
A stillness to thoughts unheard
Lithe weight in deadened hands

Tear drops pearl at night

 

 

 

*To the me who did nothing to perpetuate, yet nothing to stop things from happening. At what point does our sensuality divide from our sex?