A Drowned Double Statue

Injustices pierced through my brain

And I associated everything with her.

My body would turn sour, a wave that

Would never come back, swallowed by

Louder shadows. She’d be everywhere,

A shed skin, still active, still pounding.

Dead Woman Crumbling.


The word arrives at my shores.

Surreal, unwanted, unclaimed.

And I push against it with all my might.

Away, back, out of sight, my mind knows

How to swim. My voice goes unheard.

The pain within it, the scarred texture,

Invisible, screaming, begging, corrupted.

photo of a beautiful woman
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