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Emer Fitzgerald

she/her

Whispers From Your Faceless Twin

Tangible light

       Tasteful         
              and intense


            Equal parts flesh                  equal paths entwined 


    Who owns that voice I'm hearing?

Recognisable through thought

                                                                             Choir of dust
                                    Only heard when unseen 


                        What is this breath?

…But a cycle of mouths before

                                                      Speak to me dreams 

                  Untangle my other half 

                        Through symbols of sleep   

                                                        Animus awakens


Wordless objects

Pulsing

                                 Distinguishable by the air above my skin



  Stretch me           oh faceless twin

                         Across both sides of my existence

Breathe passion into my wounds

               And let me sing the song of life