Belly of a Star

my practice of compassion

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Strength of character

slumbers deep

in quiet confidence

Energized unity

deafening noise

to prove, to be

Turns rosy cheek

to claimed friend

Their voice: bitter malice

Patiently awaiting, betterment

For no one’s sake

but own, undone

Ties of want, unthreaded

Untethered, snaking jealousy

slithers, to find calm

Pool of tranquility

well dressed, tailored spite

disrobed and naked

at solitude’s threshold

Fear, he shrugs, before

disintegrating as cinema witch

Vanished the dark

When tongue

held silent