POEM – ‘The Body’s Decay’

SLAVERY/BEAUTY
THE MASQUERADE AND THE MASSACRE.
FEELING NUMB IS STILL FEELING
FILLING THE VOID CREATES EMPTINESS.
CURLED TIGHT BUT NOT SAFE,
THE SUNLIGHT BURNS AS THE TWILIGHT SOOTHES.
THE NIGHTMARE GIVES WAY TO THE NEW DAY.
THE ANXIETY WAKES WITH THE BODY’S DELAY.
WITH THE BODY’S DECAY.

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