Teeth graveyard

I’m folded

In sentences I’ve never reached

My tongue never expressed

By the bleached letters of the un(know-ing)ly names

In a drift of a second just to be lost

In a pure desire to please you.

Who are you?

But you want me to ask hoW are you…

Yet I AM tired of playing anagrams,

Of playing small

Or just being u pure seduction for a teeth graveyard

You are so proud of.

It does feel like a disappearance, a discrepancy

Of non-left consonant.

In the majestic of your mighty power,

That you are right and I AM  wrong(ly) accused

Of being never enough.

It’s like a thread, a stich that goes under your skin

Where two bones meet in a collision of being too much

Yet, in times I want to cut it, cut it (gently, like a sweet fudge),

cut it off my heart and to be free.

Why is it duffiCULT to stay out of it, so I can BE inside myself.

Without social proof, faked anxiety and fainted misery.

The dissonance is brave step and tears you apart like a love

At first sight, a sweet taste with bitter epilogue.

Experience fogs my direction, stopping me in my tracks

To see you fully in your victimhood.

With partial sisterhood, lost(ly) praised motherhood

In a not so close neighboured

Of your weakened eyes, with fingers too small

To cover your ears.

You lose your power in a precious attempt,

Fallen grip, immaculate strip, despite my flaws,

Despite family laws of endurance.

Here I AM, walking boldly over the Sun,

A fairy tooth,  evaporating in existence of

Laid off mimicry in nature’s cycles.

Here I AM, digging through the ocean

Of impossible resurrection,

Breathing through your trimming words,

Up-side down steaming perfection.

Here I Am, flying above you,

A Super Nova yet to be born,

A thorn in the rose, daring to pass by you,

As you folliculate, satiate on redeemed

Parts of your self-esteem,

With white grin

Adorning your face in a space,

Will never meet again.

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