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another nameless poem

 

vines reach out and brush these,

my rashy arms.

 

i feel ugliness,

human boundaries,

and hate melts as ice

does in the summer.

 

sweet, cool summer,

with green still about.

and down by the river which

runs so cold,

my heart i lost.

 

a selkie in the night

came and sang to

my dreams.

 

now the vines all avoid me,

for every inch of my skin

screams.

Author's Note

brutality is healthy