Chemical Madness

Youth.

This exalted intermission

between understudy and actor.

This evolution of body, as undulations

sculpted from a parallel line physique.

This exhalation; a quiet desire to press palms

and entwine the furrows of our fates.

This excavation of other peoples’

skulls in search of scarlet emotion.

This epiphany, that of naivety and knowing,

we can only claim the former.

This tongue, that will in years to come,

let words unravel like twine beneath your teeth.

Make live the tales you one day wish to tell.

Poem: Beth Proctor | Illustration: Astrid Elisabeth

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