Defection

So let fingernails scrape the floor of the universe
like a woman on a lover’s back|
To rip the so-called fabric of time,
like it rips lovely skin into crimson bars|
Leave a mark born from a crawl
like a submissive pose weary of arrogance|
Here it lies, where skies have no value
Without a free fall into a vacuum of a crevasse|
For height and depth, life and death
They might not know each other well enough|

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Vivien Marie Lopez

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