Under Night Fall
A chiselled jaw rattles my pace As a golden cross dangles just below That luscious organ Where crisp ash blackens Under deep pulls of shrubbery Promiscuous and ego altering, But as night falls Under synthetic confines Can flattery become discussion endless And large hands can act on verbose whispers Gasping for breath, under starry nights meant for hope.
Anthony (he/him) is a mixed-race poet & writer whose work tends to focus on social inequality throughout late-modern society. Anthony travels frequently and has spent most of his life in Kuwait jostling between the UK & America. Anthony's work has been published 120 times internationally. Anthony is the Co-Founder/EIC of Fahmidan Journal. Anthony has 1 published chapbook titled 'The Great Northern Journey'.
Twitter/Instagram: @anthony64120 https://arsalandywriter.com/
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