Hourglass Prison

Indecisive computations,
Purged purgatories,
And a resilient sky, bleeding out.

I bent over to try and pick
Up the shattered shards
Of my confused identity,

And gave a candle at the altar
For this appointed time,
And blew.

My Mexican sister
Swallowed 30 pills
And drink charcoal water
To cleanse her soul.

And I gave in to idolatry,
Speaking serpents,
Makeshift fantasies of your
Cosmological interpretation.

And it was here,
I gassed the inmates.


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