if who we are is made up
of values
they line our spine
each vertebrae
something we hold dear
twisting my spine
to shape what you expect
i’ll continue to bend backwards
until i break
what good is a broken spine?
values ground to dust
they fall as ashes
where once my two feet stood
you say you can see me
but when my eyes meet yours
why is my reflection dissolving?
i’ve woven my own noose
invisible so the world won’t watch
as i suffocate
you think i like it
consent is a sealed deal
but i can’t breathe
the arteries strangle my heart
how many times
can i fall like
Icarus
before my skin remains
charred, blackened
wings too crumpled to
take flight
x
© The Beast Goddess
Untouched images by © Karl Anton Björkman
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