My Foolish Audacity Pt. 3
A Scorn Identity - #7
I yearned for the alchemy
That I am now.
I cultivate enough silkworm
to craft my indiscretions,
into a silk.
***
From the mirror I watch as my body mimics
its movements, and passionately amalgamate
Into one cohesive vision.
An insight composes of nightmares and truths
Beyond anything I could suggest.
***
It is clear as day.
I am Transcendent.
Above all things made of muck,
And everything that was once coy,
No longer has a pulse.
***
I now understand the purpose of the servant,
I see the mockery they made of me,
I will make a weapon out of him.
I will call it my gratitude,
disappointedly, I will not be able to attest to their silence.
About the Creator
House September
We’ll play with each other’s broken hearts. Let us exchange our pieces like trading cards.
I’m too bored to notice, and you are too high to notice the air beneath your feet.
I have poems to share.
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