Sunday, 15 June 2025

Consign

I hold the light in my peripheral vision while I fight off the dark hoards that were consigned to me.  

Un-urned. 
The curse you gave me through death because I refused.  

There is one taboo every culture refuses to sanction, but you cross.

I am cosigned and consigned by inversion.  

The ghost who breathes. 

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