From: “Blues Tomorrow” Malkia Amala Cyril
my hunger is naked
and sleeping with revolution
i am the single drop and lava
wanting to arch my blues toward
the instinct of lonely
colored between silences thick with
Holiday or Smith
anger bled tears sing laughter with a soundtrack
and alive forever shaking this song screaming in my ears
and breathing deep the mountains of Martinique
and
oh god
i need to burn into somebody’s
skin
be wild and with a different face for every moon
shit
i need to burn
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