A Poem about Everything on my Mind Right Now

I got the half-moons of my lips
glazed
with fish fat after two months
and
realised that fish are leaves because
calcium
skeletons are venation and even if
they
weren’t, absence still wouldn’t make
any
sense to the ones that fled to where
the
colours were as the lights went out
and
the world a sodden monochrome,
hung
a razed veil of pepper strung, when
touch
tried to defy time birthing flowers in cold
skin
sweat and laid the present moment to
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