swollen ankles exude shame
guilt
the sins of my lips printed on my belly
I bow my head
a slave to frenzied callings of survival
my nemesis
I lost life (sold in pint sized dishes with air)
in pockets filled with different secrets
they rot the same
the seams reek of the same pungent ashes of a little girl
who keeps dying like perennials and sunrises.
swollen ankles exude shame
and inhale rage
once these ankles used to bleed
but time sews tourniquets & sturdy cotton rags
that patch bullet holes
they leak
from duct-taped windows
deathly fumes cloned as perfume
my act, a dying whiff
withering days
swollen ankles
exude shame.
I miss those legs of yesterday.
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