Art by: Bruno Wagner
Copper coins dance
Inside her irises,
A gyroscope
Spinning infidelities,
Pieces of self soaked
In rice wine vinegar,
Pieces of self bloated
And hemorrhaging
Stacked haphazardly
Into the pixels
Of an electroluminescent
Alter ego
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She is a myth
That no one seeks
To translate
A forgery
That when disclosed
Would unmask
The world
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A cavernous heart
Seeking regard
Reveals only
That which appalls
Infamy
Has a longer shelf life
Than virtue
She is a mirror
Of humanities
Unclaimed beliefs
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Youth fears inversion
The wisdom that quiets
Impulse
The burden
Of moral acquisition
And poetic cohabitation
She is a heroine
Immodestly dressed
A villain
Recycled in tabloids
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She fears the concavity
Of those sinuous curves
Which sulk
And in lamentation
Cease
The seething inertia
Of a smug defeat
She fears sleep
For the public
Forgets
So quickly
The muse
Under which
They dream
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She is the summit
A delusion of grandeur
Reinforced
By a vociferous audience
The media is cannibalistic
She’ll be consumed
By her fame
By the loneliness bred
In its shadows
She is not herself
Unlovable
A covetous Ego
Alters the gravity
Of her soul
She is
Earth and sky
Fathomless
And
Peerless
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