the culling 09/04/201909/04/2019trE musical selection|Me’Shell Ndegeocello: fool of me micropoetry, 5 parts|audio poem Egon Schiele from Nudes Series –1918|WikicommonsI tore you from my heartwatched as you floated into spacethe culling begins . . .you took with you moments of passion,pleasure, and pain and looked backat nothing — nothing could remain.the beauty of us once a small sinturned into confessions to our other loverswe had secrets that needed secrets.I am just a number to youa piece of flesh molded into your want —I would never be a need.as I wash away your scentI remember the day I morphed into your playthingit’s etched in me — my skin swallows it. Originally published on Medium.
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