my poem got rejected

So I can share it again.

unnamed entity

Make me God,
of flesh and mud

I'm a fool, I'm the hanging man,
the blade, and the heart; the pain
is mine.

Comets and solar flares, fingers,
torch my sins; make ash
of my many skins. The wall
you touch is thin.

I want to be empty like cobwebs
all around metal bones, the hollowness
of your head; my teeth on the floor.

But you're rotten. You're
dead. You do nothing for me.

AI art influenced by me