allowing her heart, green chakra to ache and heave
breaths suddenly inert then heavier
cast bronze statue of sin
elaborate not the mishaps
nor the immoralities
untoward
but feast upon the irreverence
which rusts not that bronze
but iron ore.
karmic connections hence grow more
and soul contracts stately dreams
within her eyes
she wants nothing more than to
take the journey
rip it by its seams,
cherishing not the path,
but the destructive nature, demise,
of everything she thought
she’d ever need.
substance, subtract, divide,
understanding the atrocities of current sins
and wreaking havoc with subtle powers
which give more away than sensational pages
could ever hide,
there’s nothing more to dictate
she’s heightened, aware,
rest assured,
by her side her hand twitches,
certain powers are abhorred,
but her strength within,
grown more and more.
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