Your body is a temple, and you have just let Lucifer in.

She was here in my gardens.

Now only her skin with scales that she shed remains.

Her spineless manoeuvres that betrayed

our backbone movements. From the body of us down,

now a still people we are.

Photo by Laura Chouette on Unsplash

| a poem by nublaccsoul from Chickens Laying Eggs on The Roof (2019)

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