In Swarm the Seraphs

can’t hurt me really but still
they gouge me, but please don’t mock
these selective memories
with nobody,

’cause hurting can get you
cut here, and worse, late
love can even get
you buried

and nights spent in deserts
leave the slithering
soils no bodies

now heaven’s cast its
haloed horde to
foil me
.

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