broken w(h) ine

DuSt oF thY veins forms an emasculate ember

I want to feel this candle , not burn it with my desires .

I am evil

In this joint present

I make up my past

From the chalked identities , I present

I am No -Body

No soul

No worth

This is as subtle as the inscription on my scar

Invisible

Starlet

Slave of time

A grain of dirt in the hands of this created past

Left …