Poems about Animals

They come from behind the rock Together they run
I dream of a her
My beauty was the sun and I was told my eyes were wings of wax and to have loved myself was to have hurt myself
There is a girl out there buried under 6 feet of oppression there is a girl whose headstone reads, “Josh Alcorn”
society loves its twos—
I want to be the air you breathe in a field full of clean-cut grass and fully bloomed roses.
Words. Some are better left unsaid, to have never come out at all. Words. Some are better left unheard.
We bind together with the impact of a cooked lobster’s last scream.  

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