2 poem drafts

(The formatting is not done by far yet, and what is enjambment, even? But at least here’s some work :))

I must become, I must become –

I am the winter witch, I am the lover, the dying lover, I am the blade that gnaws the wheat.

I must keep becoming,

a carapace sliding from me

I must keep becoming, a key slipping from my grip

I must keep becoming, a hooked tooth sprouting from my jaw

I must keep becoming, a night-shining eye in my head

I must keep becoming, I must keep becoming, I must distill their fear.

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Destitute and full of loathing, in a hungry hour I invoked a growing thing

I called a name I could not carry and while I don’t hold a single thing against her,

I wasn’t up to the battle, I wasn’t strong enough to be her lover.

Babalon, oh Babalon, I can see you taking another

I apologize for falling under the arrow’s mark where I should have been.

Babalon, oh Babalon, I apologize sincerely to you,

Because I could not serve, despite my crying heart

Wild Babalon I’ll still love you and your graces, but please

keep going on and traveling. I’ll hold no jealousy in my heart for you.

Babalon, oh Babalon, just throw a glance at me from time to time,

Just smile at me and be on your way, just smile at me and let me part from your side.