Cauterizing The Wound

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At the edge of her silhouette,
Flexing angles of our shadows
Pulsate into midnight’s disguise.

She assures death of empty smiles.

If such gestures be a complacent example of vacancy,
Then measure the space between a neighbor’s window.
For,
I feel their stares
Like syringe pinches.

I lost mirror privileges.
Thus,
Each reflection is not my own.

I rehearse my wrinkled squint
To appear normal.

Paper eye-rolls
Tear at the corners.

What condemns blank space,
Is the tear’s intention.

A mere exposure of soul
And I am white as sperm.

Of this embrace
Must justice feel forced????

2.
We have this tiny word.
(Faith)
That was quantified
To community scale.

Yet,
This tiny word
Can be used
For impressive oppression.

Dictatorships.
Tyrannies.
Genocides.
Suicides.

Yet,
We focus more
On twerking to midnight’s chime
Than exposing midnight’s innocence.

In the absence of color
Equality
Is censorship.

All that shines
Through the darkness
Is
God
Made
Neon.

And the sound of darkness
Is alone
Is alone
Is alone…

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