Chimera
Added 2023-05-14 23:45:03 +0000 UTCNo gold comb can move through
This mane. My skin is not translucent.
Mine is a tail to fear. I know.
And though a mother may destroy,
She too sees fit to create beauty
That would eventually grow into forms
I would swallow if I gave in
To my hungers. But, up from my wounds—
From this goat's body—
Up from my wood-smoke lungs, from
The milk of me, comes a song, a melody
To open yours, then lick them clean.
- Vievee Francis, "Chimera" from Forest Primeval.
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Thank you! ❤️
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2023-05-25 01:49:36 +0000 UTCEpic 🙌
Aucklander30
2023-05-25 01:35:00 +0000 UTC
