Selfothermade

Empty as a shell
Keening roar of a nearing swell

A word nobody knows
The echo drags along the page
A margin nobody owns
A spiral drawn out by a mage

Arise out of red water
Selfothermade

Water, root of the wind
Breath for breath, graying skin

She mouths, I will outlive you
Selfothermade

Parasite of the eye
Hole in glass, the body lies languid and fragile



Credits
Writer(s): Lydia Brambila
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