Metempsychosis x 3 & Shed by Geraldine Monk

Metempsychosis x 3

With profound incident 

fabric absorbs 

spilt emotion

contracting pulse into 

traumatised 

relic 

a drop of blood 

                      whispering 

behind a screen 

                       flickering 

"Is there any metaphoric body there?"

-- 

The migration of soul 

holds a breath between 

tooth and 

beak 

if 

I 

could mouth a sound 

to form an 

I 

it would say 

my claw 

my claw 

has been 

hurting for days - 

if I could count the days - 

I would call out for drugs.

--

Between the body and the text 

a gulf tript with 

razor wired ghosts - 

trick luminous forms.
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