More from Charlotte Coats - ᏣᎳᏗ

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BLACK I swallowed the song the scream and all the tears became my own maker kneeling at the Weeping Cross with all the hands of God blown to the smithereens by a cannon ball. I am like old mother poverty singing my own anthem bewitched like the child in me lost in the woods. Night seeped into me with its dark plumage growing from my skin. I am the black lady the night junky alien in my exile. God the pimp of heaven dressed me up like a whore and I flew black in all the blackness of eternity. I amputated myself limb by limb from all the human ignominy my black wings sheltering my scars the bleeding wound between my thighs. O' Daddy you were this god who built a prison around my body. Anne Sexton had a father and that did matter who cares if he was a brute? As mine was a beast made man by God and I made child the little whore eating blackness with my silver spoon. All the children debris of God wear black feathers me too. Inside my intimate holiness the whore flew above the black trees of Valence and in Canada their shadows cover the entire land. Turning inward I have more wings than an eagle. Madness this holiness God created is a raven cradling me. The whore has no heaven on this earth. Angel of darkness I was made to fly off these beds of lovers murder them with an axe call mother to fetch me from my own image God created. I came to my exile falling from pith less hands grew black in a black forest and under the heel of death birthed myself crow. There to escort me all the children with amputated tongues no eyes no sex or mouths and Anne sister Anne swallowing the ages of infirmity calling from her dungeon "you my sister can you see this black bird flying?" ~en copyright Emily Nelson 2021 #darkpoetry #poetrythepaintedword #authorsofinstagram Art Dara Petrilli

5.18k views · Feb 20th

More from Charlotte Coats - ᏣᎳᏗ

Check out the comments to find one of my more advanced interpretations. #minds #poetry #darkness #oc #art

BLACK I swallowed the song the scream and all the tears became my own maker kneeling at the Weeping Cross with all the hands of God blown to the smithereens by a cannon ball. I am like old mother poverty singing my own anthem bewitched like the child in me lost in the woods. Night seeped into me with its dark plumage growing from my skin. I am the black lady the night junky alien in my exile. God the pimp of heaven dressed me up like a whore and I flew black in all the blackness of eternity. I amputated myself limb by limb from all the human ignominy my black wings sheltering my scars the bleeding wound between my thighs. O' Daddy you were this god who built a prison around my body. Anne Sexton had a father and that did matter who cares if he was a brute? As mine was a beast made man by God and I made child the little whore eating blackness with my silver spoon. All the children debris of God wear black feathers me too. Inside my intimate holiness the whore flew above the black trees of Valence and in Canada their shadows cover the entire land. Turning inward I have more wings than an eagle. Madness this holiness God created is a raven cradling me. The whore has no heaven on this earth. Angel of darkness I was made to fly off these beds of lovers murder them with an axe call mother to fetch me from my own image God created. I came to my exile falling from pith less hands grew black in a black forest and under the heel of death birthed myself crow. There to escort me all the children with amputated tongues no eyes no sex or mouths and Anne sister Anne swallowing the ages of infirmity calling from her dungeon "you my sister can you see this black bird flying?" ~en copyright Emily Nelson 2021 #darkpoetry #poetrythepaintedword #authorsofinstagram Art Dara Petrilli

5.18k views · Feb 20th