Behemoth of the Interracial Coalition

As secrecy instills violence
My cup retains the froth
Of our ascendant state,

Rolling poetry across the tongue
Like fluid metaphor, a dissonant

Christ, in the aftermath of crucifixion,
No bones broken; but pierced;

The swollen tongue of dehydration,
When pious lips curse;
Degrading God.

I vent.

Clearly remembering monogamous intentions;
Divorcing the sole proprietor
Of an irreparable condition.


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