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there is no turning back

a sky of muted black

a path is laid before her feet

an introspective mind

a chasm formed inside

the soul can’t be divided

what are these vessels

but prisons of flesh?

could i absorb you into me?

a twin in utero

could i become a living host?

a pandrogyne composed

you always brought out the worst in me

could i remove this wickedness?

the ache within my gut?

could i become a person, whole?

without a surrogate?

you always brought out the worst in me

but i tied that noose myself

a vast migration

of souls in torment

a population

comprised of ghosts

the great deception

of our oppressors

the longing hope of

our troubled hearts

a false identity

a forced duality

the face i recognize

but never as my own

i feel her breathing

down my spine

a spectral shadow

a wickedness divine

i writhe in darkness

shy away from the light

sequestered by fear

paralyzed by my plight

i sleep in circles

while the fire grows cold

i ask forgiveness

prying open the fold

the beast comes to call

scorch the earth

(let it burn)

have i earned your scorn?

openly i mourn

marching to my death

there’s truly nothing left