Thursday, April 11, 2024

#NaPoWriMo 2024 day eleven

And then we gathered with music.
Secrets were exchanged.
We had waited so long.
Why had we waited so long ?
In the midst of all our passion,
we feast.
 
We dig our way down into the flesh.
Grind against each other
until we find our bones breaking
against our desire.
 
We gathered with grief.
Promises were made.
We could wait generations.
How long could we wait,
weighed down by history?
We weep.
 
Wash away every lying thing
curled up in the folds of our skin
until we are raw with longing.
Prisoners of hope.

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