• ildragomarco 3w

    Demarcation

    January was the end of my
    Redundant cacophony of vocabulary.

    And in the womb,
    In seizures,
    I coughed up blood.

    While creating permutations of DNA,
    Transcribing poetry in ash,
    And flashing brights in to faces.

    Here I caught fire,
    And dissolved.

    ©ildragomarco