Soft and smooth, spilling as waves on board
I close my eyes though mindful of your glare,
as prejudice cuts through bone.

Silence seeps into the straining flesh, andΒ 
I wonder if conscience reached your ear,
as wind outside begins to howl.

I gaze upon the blood moon, as yesterday
broods alone in the shadows, loitering
where our kind never goes.

 

Photo credits: Man Ray (1929)

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& on the ‘Poetry Pantry’ @ Poets United

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