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I forgive the stars sleeping in nothingness,
             too afraid to embrace eclipsed spheres….. 

In the midst of sweltering gloaming,  
I ascend, obscured and tarnished,  
like a tainted trinket lost  
in the tangerine haze.  
For I’ve long been burning  
from the coals of stigma~
stamping labels upon troubled torrents,  
using malignant metals,  
mirroring the fear within lichen eyes,  
consumed by ancient  
arrows of anguish~
from the era of Hercules and Midas.  
But if only they knew, there is  
no remedy for the jaded jewels that  
refuse to sparkle, 
for my purity remains unseen in  
growing darkness,  
oblivious to the liquid gold  
that flickers compassion,  
as they see not 
beyond their fractured vision.

O distorted colors of the sun,  
I’m not your perplexed perspective;  
I breathe in hues of humanity,  
infused with luminous lavender.  
I’m not a Medusa siren luring you  
to serpentine rocks;  
I swim in chromatic, evanescent streams,  
brimming with blissful bioluminescence,  
illuminating my way under the midnight sky.

I’m not the suffocating wintry winds  
freezing oxygen in your lungs.  
While it seems your tongue is silenced 
and tied to the twisted strings  
of broken instruments, 
I ink words of hope and
empathy upon your cynical skin.

I am more than the blind rage  
seeping in fury.  
I’m not a heartless harpy  
screeching into the emptiness~
drenched in despair,  
pushing boundaries to  
the ends of the earth.  
I am Atlas holding the world on  
his shoulders,  
I am the glistening stars aching  
to touch the silver ring around  
the jasmine moon.

But life is like a helix fixated  
on unconscious bias,  
constantly critical of diverse dialects,  
watching me struggle to stand  
under the weight of pressure,  
knees buckling as your assumptions  
lacerate me, breaking me down,  
burying me in your ruthless riddles.

I feel rumbling dirt beneath  
my bleeding feet.  
My sarcophagus is rising,  
built from your putrid ideals of me.  
Losing footing, I refuse to fall into  
the seething seas of sorrow.

So remember, I was never  
the soulless monster hiding  
beneath your ignorant bed.  
But I am now the skeletons  
etched within the cataclysmic  
aftermath of your 
shallow misconceptions.
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