There is a scorpion on my chest
He’s looking at me
I am lying on the rocky beach
(As always)
There is a scorpion on my chest
Ghostly and ghastly
With the weight of the son
Tail ablaze
I did not tell anyone the first morning after
I did not tell anyone
It was my first morning after
Hoping to ride off the back of the third wave
Pushing back a social construct
But in truth,
I had kept my truths so deep
The current could not disrupt my benthic zone
There is a scorpion on my chest
Crushing and sweet
I can’t shake him off
A month of Sundays
The Scorpion on my chest
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Wax Poetic by Julia Johnson 