Róisín Ohayon Poems

I maul the sopped soil
the impious hollowed body
the bark of the tree.
I throw my decrepit vessel
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i'm terrified of myself.
i shudder my skin ruffling glinting like scales
i glare before turning --
rigid and stone
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i am thrown up into the air and
remain falling.
continuously. aimlessly.
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i'm made up of the torn-up children
i remain incomplete. disfigured
constantly.
Distrustful. Disgusted.
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I watched as my body sizzled and
glittered
melting and effusing this acrid
horrid smell stinging my eyes
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