WHISPERS IN THE GRAVEYARD

birthed from the swamp:
adapting translucent motherly advice.

episodic rumble, as if you were god—

we found salvation
away from the ONE.

we lived for sound,
playing for smiles
to avoid the beating.

we made peace over a pipe
and committed to friendship—blindly.

blindness led to disavow
amongst interrupted heartbeats. 

tender skull present

mistaking tears for
the act of forgetting,
nature always kept
our souls in tact.

all is well amongst comrades:
we avoided silence in the grave,
between dirt,
not of our choosing.

 

 

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