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In the swelling of heart stringed vibratos
came the bloody kiss of collisions which robbed me in its retrograding zodiacal scorpions
and dreams of black magic with change.

From these soul dances I died as the layers fell away, as the boundaries were removed, as the wine ran dry, as the imitations lost their delights, as cannabis hit haze, in a constant nicotine fix of grief.
As the lovers retreated one by one until shells of insanity and experience remained.

I am a female. My body bears weight in new ways, and meiosis is a miracle captured in my body and inscribed on my existence. This is how I came to know love in the only form of purity of mind allowed a woman in 2012.

But ideal love? Monogamy? Religious enlightenment? Gender equality? Upward Mobility? Dreams as a realization?
You might as well swallow your body and turn your innards out to leak on this plane of
Bloody anomalies.

Now I throb here in rage
Which I only oppress and express in the form of a
Dead glass bottle and microbial decays or leach water on this dead earth and empty space
As all the bodies and debris decay or remain to create muddled portrayals of
Imagined pasts.

I am wandering circular in this padded landscape of classes, ethnicities, genders, and ages
Or symbols
Which scream of the ego or its binary denials.

And you though 1,857 miles away and worlds removed in imagination
Are caught in my throat where the swelling began.