OUTER LORDS

— O U T E R L O R D S—

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I have touched a servant's skin in outer locks

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I break the night like a thief: into her bench

I walk my index finger like a snail: through her spinal trench

—O' outer laws,

I seize her waist in my thumbs: at twelve

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Spirits split halves within words

The flesh sits and flex

The soul sits and reflect

The Outer Lords take the rest: in flesh

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©Kofi Acquah, 2019

-24.07.19-

//Artwork by: Kendario LaPierre

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