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Ode to an Enemy (2023)

  • ginny
  • Jan 19, 2024
  • 1 min read




You were not some steppingstone. 

You were not some era

nor a blemish; not some dybbuk 

in a filthy box that collects

dust and ire in the farthest 

reaches of my mind. 


You are no tool,

no example nor 

lesson.


You are instead a fiery emblem

and a gift: 

one hundred petals

unfurled and

alight


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