Time and again

My lips porcelain and full of moments
and desires, with a beetle evolving inside.
Curious, my arms extend, elongated like a shadow.
Dripping ink and curls,
eyes stained, pink and blue
my curves smile, and Occults occur.
My scratches roar, screams, and a star goes missing.

A dialectic skin grows each day,
with ligaments rupturing
with corals fading, a myth that sits on my lap.
The time eats our pain
and slaps our foot,
to mock the red boxes,
with the wildness awake
to kill a mockingbird.
time and again.

©Image and words MVS

37 thoughts on “Time and again

  1. I tried but didn’t get the last lines, which somehow seems to be the crux of this poem.
    The time eats our pain
    and slaps our foot,
    to mock the red boxes,
    with the wildness awake
    to kill a mockingbird.
    time and again.

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