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  • Beatrice Iker
    • Jan 1
    • 1 min read

Poem #14: happy new years

Updated: Apr 2

i would never tell you

to forget your wounds


stardust is many things

but it is not

unwounded

we are not

storyless, challengeless, painless


we are stumbling miracles, and

lonely in

crowds, we are popular in

isolation


i cannot wish you a year

absent of suffering

i only wish you a year

where you pour poison-laced honey down the throats of your monsters

and reign over the monsters you cannot murder

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