Schereeya’s Solar Dome
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"Corrugated"
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"Corrugated"

an audio poem

someone up here said ‘can y’all please start recording your pieces’ so I thought I would give it a try with this poem that just ripped itself out of my [poem organ]. Let me know what you think <3

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Corrugated.

A favorite word of mine 

The way it feels percussing out my throat 
Bouncing off my tongue 
Ricocheting out my maw

Tastes like metal like really really metal metal like those cool ass monster truck style little x’s grooved in the plate metal type metal 

Corrugated 

Corrugated metal

Corrugated cardboard 

Corrugated edges of my heart made stronger on purpose 

I didn’t ask for this 
These extra layers of strength extra ribbing for 
texture and 
grip and
protection and 

never for my pleasure this pain you foisted upon me this 
Harshening you 
Made sure to press on me you chose to press on me 
on purpose 

I didn’t ask for these corrugated tear-stained sheets, corrugated from being scrunched in my fists a silent scream ripping free 
even this - I didn’t ask for this -
Is corrugated, the ripples of my voice folded back onto each other and 
Folded back and folded back 
until even I can’t hear my own dreams 
corrugated repetitions returning back to me
I listen

corrugated memories bursting at the seams 
I let them seep
Rivulets 
Running down my ridges 
running through my fingers 
fluting through my ridges, my ridged edges, my corrugated edges, ridged, sharpened.

My sweet curving edges made sharper, like teeth my corrugated heart made fierce made ridged made sharp made hard made metal made stronger made sharper made harsher made harder like 
Corrugated metal my heart 

Is not a construction material 
Made to make you…
Made to make you whole. 

My heart is not a building block, a cornerstone, a keystone to stack upon, a whetstone to sharpen your lies, a touchstone to anchor your fantasies 

My heart is not a gemstone 
for you to calcify is not a brimstone for you to damn yourself with is not a last cry for salvation for your lost lost soul 

My heart 
Is not a tool 
to wrench your schemes 
into being 

My heart is not yours to have and hold and melt and mold and pound and fold and pound and fold and pound and fold and pound and fold and pound and fold into steel and cold 
and metal, 
Corrugated.  

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