a certain redness
shamed and humiliated
before the mob
rubifacient
you face them
head held high
so what?
an iridescent existence
to hues of blue
& purple
sins
you are attuned
unmoved by mob’s dictates of morals
like a peacock’s feather
spread yourself
shamelessly
efflorescent, let
them try touching you?
Sooner you
Share them
rubifacient embrocations
Of high esteem
As domestic
remedy
and they will learn to ease
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