
How you discommode me
you, paraselene
heavenly body with stolen light
I could scratch your age off
with a nail
charges fighting off hebetude
you who talks at coke speed
or not at all
sipping your drink like venom
and expecting an applause
when you over-apologise
how can something stolen throw such shine
as to blind the world
how come when the shade becomes
the place to live
I still feel the urge to catch
a little of your glow.
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This poem was written after a prompt I found on Instagram. I was part of the poetry and writer community there, and Chimen Georgette Kouri, one of the talented writers whose work I love to read, had kindly provided these orphan lines to inspire other creatives.
If you’re curious you can find Chimen on Instagram @chimenkouri or on her website Emotional Alchemy.