1 – Body

From the Numbered Collection

Water-filled lungs
Do not rise and fall
Broken limbs
Will falter beneath the weight of wind
Crippled fingers and swollen lips
Will make jagged edges of your touch
And a bloody mess of your words, however well-intended
A mind reeling around itself
Eating at its own flesh
Will eventually decay
And your thoughts will not
Seep into the soil
Or float to the sky
They’ll simply die with you
Everything dies
With you

© Ama Akoto (2018)

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