Reliquary

I had to learn to skin animals
but instead 
practiced on myself


after diving deep 
into the abyss of my soul,
I surfaced 
with my tri-colored eyes alight
in the illumination 
of self prophecy


fates morn’ dawned bright 
flint-ed off the horizon
the sun blazed, 
misery
and reflect in the seven seas
streaming from tempests eye


I stretched out my dermis 
till a feather was thicker,
it was then 
the calligraphy started


a hundred thousand words 
later, I became concerned,
my relic would perish
with nothing to protect 
my legacy,
times harsh hands
crush the petals of my soul


I pushed past the thirteenth rib.
and pull out my heart,
the seven seas having decimated
to clear each chamber


my words rest in a reliquary 
lined with love
and I pass it to you 
for safe keeping


namaste

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