Prompt: write a persona poem. Write in a voice that isn’t yours.


welcome to my place

where we define bliss

not just in album covers

but breath by breath

once in a lifetime moments

hung out on the line

rattling with the palms above

the clunk of realisation drops,

slowly, sounds like a sigh

tinged with Mezcal

and fish fresh from the ocean,

sounds like you always knew it would

though it is unfamiliar

you plant it in the corner of your ear

a pinna piercing

a souvenir


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