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A Liquid Boy Born
A boy was implanted on Valentine
Sown by royalty, blue blood dribbling from his facial depressions
Flower and fungus bloomed from his pores by the reminiscences of original persons
Time wavered in place with the cunning knowledge of itself as a whole
And all was in motion
Nails of maternal confinement etch wails into his skin
Deep, embedded between cushions of chastity
A voice that had once combed his inky locks back into his flesh now rip them out
Root by root by root by root and the same amid
The nature in his flesh was dug out, a mess of red and yellow and green
Infamy trails in response and soon does shame follow
Arduous scrapes down a neck, a neck decorated with few freckles and fewer moles
Freckles and moles that are shielded by thick coats of paint that “just happens” to be lighter than his sun kissed skin
Blood mixing with his tears, transforming trails of the sea into maroon clarets
And Time is inanimate for him so suddenly
A liquid boy implanted on Valentine, a year concluding
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This piece is about a boy who was born into a very wealthy family. It’s describing his feelings of suffocation because the family is incredibly protective of him. I named him the “Liquid Boy” because I imagine that he’s somewhat of a crybaby. I can see him on a private school playground crying and kids doing nothing, because “that’s just Liquid Boy.” He represents a kind of unintentional loneliness and immature coping I think everyone can relate to.