You picked up my heart carelessly
and, with a needle and thread
your shaking hands
decided which path you'd take
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I am astounded
At the constant ache to preen
Failing to carve and hack at a giant cherub
reminiscent of a spoiled version of Rubens’ work.
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I wondered if rocks would shift,
letting the dam go free
The water icy;
a chill I could feel right down to my brittle bones
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amidst the anxiety and the flames
there are but two whispered names
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train tracks rumbling
fingers fumbling to find
the shard of distinct light that shifts
as the sun begins to rise
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slumber claws at the eyes
promising a brighter day regardless of clouds
still, thunder will strike
after the calm, unperturbed night
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Clumps of cells clutching to security
Riding on the back of my strength and love.
You all poked fun at my curved spine
bent so much due to your spinelessness.
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Two weeks today I acquired these scabbed knees.
I have treated them tenderly; with kindness and care.
Each morning the cuts become exposed again and bleed profusely,
sticking to and soaking the material used to cover my
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Whilst you brand your territorial markings
on non-suspecting humans
and your new-found mask, covered in dirt
is slowly starting to wear away once more
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