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Chelsea Deason Poem
The drums awaken beneath my feet
My breath aligns with summer's heat
Each step repeats the sacred beat
Jingles answer earth to ground
They shimmer prayers with sound
I sew the story onto skin
Each cone an oath I carry in
Their silver tongues begin within
Ankles speak in moving light
Dresses know moving might
I follow rythm, new and old
From noises taught, a hand hold
It braids my hair, keeps me cold
Between strikes, answers reply
Pulse answers pulse; i fly
The floor becomes a lake of rain
My knees recall the coming pain
Each jingle breaks the falling chain
I dance healing into heart
For those who ache, I keep smart
The elders hum my hidden name
My steps return the gifted game
I wear the sound that says my fame
This dress of tin becomes home
Where bodies mend; spirits roam
Copyright © Chelsea Deason | Year Posted 2026
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Chelsea Deason Poem
Food.
Supposedly so good.
Calories add.
I'm mad, you're sad.
The hunger comforts me.
It shows my success and victory.
Copyright © Chelsea Deason | Year Posted 2026
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Chelsea Deason Poem
Beetlebum, what you done
Chasing a high on the run
Red spots adorn your skin like stars,
They burn out, arms, toes, and neck
Just from various black tars.
Horse crashes into those below,
There is no carriage, no smooth flow.
Money always runs tight, fear is high
The lungs, liver, and kidneys damaged
No matter, the goal is still to fly
China white, but nothing ceramic
Never inside, is there plastic?
No serotonin, synapses all fried
Stick the needle in, don't whine
Hope you feel the need to hide
Copyright © Chelsea Deason | Year Posted 2026
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Chelsea Deason Poem
The numbers of pi
Nor rads or degrees save me
They haunt my dreams
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