Lily's Manifesto
White throat open to the sky—
I swallow light, spit out beauty
Like bloody stars
Dawn splits me open.
There is no gentleness here:
I break Into a fierce being
Pink wounds flowering
In your careful living room,
I refuse to heal
My scent, sweet poison,
Seeps through proper afternoons and
Won't be contained
Yellow against black
I burn holes through emptiness
Without your leave
Watch how I burst forth—
Ripping through green fingertips
To claim my space
I bloom for myself
In this vase or on wild earth
Death will find me proud
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