Beau Crime

Do you know how to make a body grow cold?

I’m gathering yellow dust on the shelf;

And yes, I have tried to neatly wrap myself around my neck;;

And bow tie my skin neatly on my kidneys

My angel hid behind me// So I choked him

Now he is lying lifeless, bleeding gold

I have plucked his wings

I am new, I am glory

I too will see Heaven

I put the corpse in a body bag filled with lilacs and thorns

Down on my knees with detergent and my new wings I scrub the moment away

;I wonder what my wings will become

like Luna’s??/pure pure sun light

Like Ariel’s? ///solid diamond dust

Like Ruba’s? //soft clouds and sky

i felt the wings stretch behind me,

then, a roar-

the wings closed around me,

and all that was left of me was my polytene skin.

Purple bruised skin.

Published by Yvery Anthony

Yvery Rosemary Anthony is what earthlings call me. I breathe Ghana. Everything is between me and the secrets behind my work.

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