Frozen by Deirdre Kennedy

Starved and Carved

And I smell a rat,

Naked and numb

And can’t tell that which is right

And that which is wrong

Memoir of gem war

Slaved in along.

The rapturous voice

Has left once again,

Folds frozen, bethroven by dark coloured men.

Unspeaking and leaking

The sense won’t verbalize,

Reeking and peaking

Kamakazi materialize,

Winds breaking

Surf taking

Raw snaking

Fruitless mating

Hell bawls of re-calls shout from within

Longing for sex full of sexual sin,

Intuitive visions stand my hair on all ends

Slicing incisions pave my arm as blood pretends.

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