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The allure of the afterlife is intoxicating

If my “cruel temptress” reside in the grave
Then what guilt should I feel
In the pleasure of ephemerality

Nothing lasts forever
And that’s the best part

A petal in the wind is no more
Than a forgotten piece
Of a flower long gone

Though
Does that piece not require admiration as well?

An ending is nothing more
Than the bittersweet eventuality of any journey
Is there not beauty in this?

I reside in the concrete
Yet sprout as if a grain living amongst the plains

I flourish with unfamiliar fauna
In places discontent with my existence
So what am I to do in a space that doesn’t desire me?

Bloom

If my petals are to wither
If my body is to decay
If my soul is to erode
Then I invite discomfort
As life lived in anguish is life lived nonetheless

Should I fall from my Olympus
May I sprout wings of wax as Icarus did
So as I soar to nirvana
I may simply burn up and fall once more
All to try again

Räcóacòa is a queer POC poet that discusses topics such as love, sexuality, life, death, and beauty. With a bachelor's degree in psychology, minoring in philosophy, religion, and art history, Räcóacòa's art focuses on telling stories through unique perspectives, whether it be their own, or an assumed identity for the sake of introspection.