Miyuki Tatsuma
A strange creature
pokes its unexpected head
through the cracked shell,
half-complete –
I feel like peeled fruit
stripped
of childish fictions,
awakening
into consciousness
for the first time,
exposed –
What kind of dawn
is heralded by these strange cries?
In the garrulous chaos
of this sad, worn-out world, the
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empties itself
into the mind like
a loaded gun –
constant absorption
impedes
metamorphosis
Find Miyuki on Instagram: @mitats95
