nerves as black lines
- Anyse Doss
- Dec 6, 2021
- 1 min read
after Julie Mehretu, “A Love Supreme”
dancing directionless doodles
dirty the sidewalk of
my chalky childhood masterpieces
hazy hues of pastel
no never any match against the rain
my mind a wasteland of
faces that did not stay
a ribcage that
isn’t mine
nerves replacing memories like
loose strands of hair
a nightmare unwilling to
open my eyes
glass sweating the
perfect opportunity
my index cuts through
a path from beginning to end
my sky cries with me
obscuring visuals of
sense
my reflection a
burning city
stenciled erasers of loss
nerves as black lines
nerves anyway
nothing left to lose
my mind a wasteland
wasting supreme
love does not live here
hair around its neck
suffocation suppresses words
that
aren’t mine
my mind a wasteland
nerves as black lines
stenciled erasers of loss
a nightmare unwilling
a sky that cries with me
nerves as black lines
nerves as black lines
how did I get here
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