The Scientist - (A Collaboration with the Art of Jami Goddess)

No one can breathe without inciting molecular conflict;
Peace
Is a phantom term.
We coalesced
by accident of proximity,
a hoodwinked providence
and deeply planted childhood germ…
All honeyed, clever little theives.
My kiss was wet,
Warm on your face,
But the evaporating heat
Left a cooling in its place.
“Love" you whispered.
Once.
To yourself
While I slept.
A word not heard, though I knew it the same.
An innate understanding, can’t be shaken
Though tenuous and bit mistaken.

Now depressed as bears in winter,
We goad immovable weight.
Our brilliance extinguished by inertia,
Somnambulists; we can just wake
The deathly candent of a ghost,
No Glow.
We know
Our assorted sordid smiles,
Proclivity, artiface and selfish wile
precede declivity:
Your souls affinity and subsequent denial

Jami created eight women, who are all Kill Bill/Aeon Flux type of badasses. I gave them each a temperament, personality, and let them speak.
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