Point of Creation

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August 01, 2021 12:58


By Amor Ocfemia

They say that it is a gift, 
but it is an uncontrollable itch.
A curse placed in my flesh
swallowing my existence afresh.

With a mercurial river of thoughts
I feel what is not real,
and hear voices of my fear.

The world is melting,
so I sliced a piece of my skin
and left some colors behind.
Seeking realms beyond imagination.
Seeking hopes in flowers and creation. 

I am a canvas of madness and beauty,
a symphony that is neither temporal nor infinite, 
a memory carried by the wind-
I am a masterpiece.

(Illustration by Mary Vel Custodio)

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