Stick a sharpened bone through my side broken into a shard by a stone from the ground in the forest where in my desperate night the dark sky is littered and speckled with blood from the insides of my body glowing like fireflies in the mist if the whole world turned to evening upon the edge of dusk or dim groves where trees stand upon us fastened to the ground my head lays against the roots if I am in a manic episode the world is speaking to me in tongues sprouting from walls and roots of trees and I am a small mechanism in a large mechanism android homunculus built of fear and loss and grief wondering would there be such a thing as love without evisceration ////// Noah David Roberts is a non-binary poet and artist based in Philadelphia, PA. Roberts has released 3 collections: Us v. Them, 2017, about the nature of sexual trauma and political violence; Strips, a divagation of the self, an endless ranting masterpiece; and Slime Thing [and other poems], a scream of anti-capitalism and stream of frustrated proletariat consciousness. Since publication of their first book, Roberts has been published in Big Scream, Big Hammer, Tribes Magazine, Horror Sleaze Trash, and more. In 2021, Roberts placed in the Judith Stark poetry contest. Their Instagram handle is @the.apocalypse.poet.
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