I am who I am
a carnivore animal
that breathes ash and rotates around its scraps.
My raging Venus does not allow me to walk away
my cracked feet
all black
full of blisters and wounds.
My Venus can walk through you.
An apocalypse inside.
The animal devours my path
brick by brick
the opportunities to nurture my Moon fade away.
It rotates us around a fixed entity
an entity that does not dimish.
Round and round
so we swirl around this ugly black battleground.

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