Bend yourself into the image of your dreams
Snap a limb 
Sever the tie of muscle and bone
Cut down to the core of you 
And whip up a new body, 
One that has mouth enough, 
Nerve enough, to speak
And when you’re done breaking
You reset the bone
To see the dream you

See the dream through –
Until a rising, golden me 
Rejects the refuge of a dream 
Won’t pacify my soul
With scraps of
“What might, what could be”
See now,
Indulgence is the theme
A violent,
“This is what I’ll be!”
Don’t look,
She’s living for herself
For all of moment twenty-three.


IMAN FALAD

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