Skein from Ides by La Bella

in falling
in blooming
left nothing but the lies
slipping through our teeth

impartial
unflinching
still screaming a war song
that falls on deaf ears

new speeches
old fictions
collected in the dirty
gutters of our wrists

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damn the habits of blood work
or the way we've let the words fade
like those before us
language changes but can't absolve us still

bending under the weight now
the beat breaks and skips out
unexcused cursed mouths
as the tide wells up inside our chests

bound to intimation
a dull blade for what's expected
weep without crying

"a single spark can start a prairie fire..."

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