• naflannel 5w

    he held midnight in his skin,
    impossible to facilitate his entity.

    his back emblazoned with burning scarlet scars
    inflicted on him by the lash that bore open his bodily fabric.

    an inferno laced his tongue,
    it spiralled out of control from his mouth
    upon the white man's paper skin,
    turning the colourless coloured,
    purity into impurity.