Orchestrated fire at the hem of my slip
This burning is masterpiece Savage and sonnet in its soot- Don't touch me because I'll linger in your bones They will smell me all over you My bitter and sweet becoming ghost on your lips Haunting your attempts at relationships Giving other women faults that look like me Why you make altar of my memory? Couldn't even praise-love me when my mouth and spirit held you Ain't you contradiction and hypocritical? Had to feel the frost to appreciate the fire Had to walk to appreciate how I lifted you how I taught you flight in a world heavy with gravity Blood all on the concrete calling and claiming new bodies But you mistreated the shelter and sky in me Now you out there, cold world at yo neck Yearning for savage, sonnet and soot But my slip don't even fit you any more ✍🏿🧠 ➖MYC
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