poem: censorship

the art is bitter and beautiful on

our tongues like

old medicine, for broken chests. the art is not holy and it doesn’t try to be. it fails and mutates in

divinity’s light. a cornucopia of sin

bound in paper and ink.

censorship | t. bennett @raggedhearts

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