Like a Phoenix from The Ashes…
…still on the seabed
They could only put me in this coral shape
Leaving alone and waiting for me to die
Among other oceans’ creatures
Dry, sticky, and stubbornly attached to the ground
Without a purpose to drag it away
Even an inch from the originally designated location
Usually afar from the humans’ possessions
Now being held by and in charge of the sea
The most powerful master
Casting its anger like the worst chapter
Of the book
Being read, yet putting off among other
Points of view in the story
Secretly hidden from the world, yet in the same time knowing
About its worthwhile path to redemption
Now turning the wheels of one’s satisfaction
Into a great misery
Barely allowing to think in the state of an enormous hunger
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29 April 2021
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Moon Desert
UK-based
BA in Cultural Studies
Crime Fiction: Love
Poetry: Friend
Psychology: Salvation
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