has fear turned you soft?

your fingertips timid now with what
you once moored to an empty ground.
flapping wings are almost ready to leave behind, you decide it's lastly time for love
to come around.

remember i told you, you were good?

yet my feet sway on your looming grave for
dionysus conquers me, water drops of lilac grapes on my bare skin, the tang of summer night air as i decided to break free.

are you filled with anger?

category will be the brutal death of glory,
yet i can't stop dancing on my own.
captured youth won't ever see when it
ends, so i'll keep on dancing while you're
on the other side blowing up my phone.

i like the look of fear more on you than anger.

we love in a great deal of ways and the garden of eden was furthermore a place of martyrdom.
inside of me anger is gathering and climbing upon the walls, it's chanting; see, what you sowed, i will reap from.

life will corrupt you, you said to me -

while i was waiting on the other side of the bridge, awaiting hungrily for you to reveal another path.
still the earth swallowed me whole and i am empty, and yet i think i will always linger full;
so full of love, and so full of wrath.

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dedicated to Dove-Ina
thanks for cheering me on after all this time <3