Orb

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Black drips from off your body,

like a runaway milk from a peak can.

Bleeding zinc, torn,

pouring deep into every other breathing container

Leaving trails behind,

telling tales of you and those before.

In this orb of leaking melanin,

come fetch from the river,

baptize in the night’s color

and do well to bond before leaving.