Shownotes
a soul of no age,
shifting in and out of internal organs,
white blood cells curse,
being held back in the busy traffic of the body.
signs flash with warnings of disturbance,
the heart screams in agony,
corrupted, deflowered at the hands of an invisible poet.
skin aged 25, gives way to new textures,
wrinkled flesh and flaky liquids,
a soul of no age,
settling within the whole, calcium sucked dry,
how could a non entity, act in caligulan manner?
intelligence no more, integrity lost,
untrue are the veins, their patterns disguised now as the motorway to the soul.
the soul with no age.
- Elle Sirs
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