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My body is a graveyard of trauma
Fixed in ground; stones, grass, worms, turmoil
This emo crawls through it all
Black makeup long forgotten
Skirts hurt me and anger me
The spikes of touch I desire
The wildflowers give a smile
And now I slumber knowing all
I’ve done has hurt the demons in my head
I am released
Be gone
Nu’s offering –
This is an image of my future skeleton. All rested with the wind going through the eye sockets and I am at peace. I feel a sense of freedom with accepting my future skeleton that will be enhancing the life of plants around me.
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Phil Pool - Art and Protest 