the beast

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tw: mention of blood

~written as a reflection to a dance performance called to give birth aside a grave~

written on: february 2, 2024


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pointed and flexed

angular and strong

animalistic and soft


green and red

the color of the mother

the color of her blood


voices cry out

overlap and layer

coat the trees and the ground


eight then three then one then none

they knelt together and hoped together

lifting up, up, up


they give themselves over, they break apart

they become the fog and the mist in this strange forest


drumbeats in the distance

music or a war cry, what is the difference?


darkness falls in circles upon circles

the shadows sing a lullaby

the devil, they say

the wind whips the words away


a crown of thorns, one may say branches

never to be worn

only sought after


look, look, look

look how soft the animal

look how soft the beast, humanity

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