by Janaya Anokye
A girl thinking she can outdo me
figuring out the space to get my
anger out of me, my vulnerabilities
tell me to keep up just to spit my
resentment to grudge over can’t
stand above in all parts of my
body across to the side, confused
to cut like blood drips to the floor
fearing the unpleasant sense of space
of hope when it ends clockwise to
the bottom room turns around, my body
Pegasus 
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