I am the product of sweet violence, like you.
I was a beloved of a king, like you.
My pride bears the pinch of now, like you.
My heart is an incurred mess, like you.
I am fox-devil wild, like you.
I will either harden or break, like you.
I am existing in the must-live universe, like you.
I am a shaman that always rises, like you.
I am a whispered meeting, like you.
I am a threnody always ignored, like you.
I am watching a loop of what has been, like you.
My saplings, I’ll never see them grow, like you.
(Previously published in Visual Verse: An Anthology of Art and Words. Image by Alain Manesson Mallet.)
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