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Writer's pictureMyra Mihik

Maker

Updated: Dec 15, 2021

Layered in my hands

i catch your stare

falling into a trapped pare

bloody from the constant flow

toasted down low to bring out the glow

slow into the trees I sow

planting what I know

it drops from the flowers

pedal dripping in water and blood

cough me up a lung

to brutal to be hung

I hold you in my arms till we’re sprung

throw heaven they stung

killer bees on my shoulder

slung another one to lunge

but I fell on my son

spike me through your tung

I see you as the one

baked in the son for my hun


come find your shunning

stabbing at the humming

running from nothings stunt

blunt pass it to the sun

burning as only one

strung out on love some

spun in light to look through numb lips

kissed by her bliss

twisted with whip cream

seems I fall through your seem

baby don’t leave

I need what you mean

bleak in my seat

till my feet catch fire

I can never tire

I’m a clumsy hire

thumbnail split in your desire

take out the lier with my syre

higher in the mixed myre

still, feel your hips kinder

You hit by my lighter

Sparking our fighting sight

relight to splifs hit the tip

makes me think of his lips

clips flip my hit list

he touched his singer

Loving him means the realer beamer

growing in the pure cedar

taste the worst guy

make him work high

turban light cry screaming out die

feeling light as a staff

driving past on my craft

make sure you keep that lapse



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