Radiata

Irati 🔱🦉
QUING OF THYME
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1 min readOct 23, 2019

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Photo by Ruel Calitis on Unsplash

Your pits so dark
Behind the flowers so fragrant
You so lovingly nursed

No one must look closer
For the hurt beneath the beauty
For the pungent behind the scent

I will be your shadow god
I will touch your sanctum
I will lift the gauze

Brush your pain away with my touch
Wash it away with my tears
Rinse it with your dew

Bid it farewell
as it drops, dissolves
Upwards, be light!

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Irati 🔱🦉
QUING OF THYME

antifascist feminist thinking about (&) feeling many things // not “a man” // any pronouns but "he/him" // human // ʎ|y