The Victor's Haven Poem by Concetta Benedetto

Ribs break – snap under the water pressure of choking
Blood vessels fill with salt and I fall back again into this
Repetitious recycled daily atonement
For you all, apologetic hums of lyrical tunes
Glancing quickly into the heart’s of lovers
This is just another version of confinement
And there! be the praise to it again and again
Daily bread, my morning blood
Air passage limited, I am fictitious
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Like an avalanche, just like little old baby Blanche
Clueless in your own world
Fallen into a puddle
And sink next to a drown but that girl doesn’t
Know her way around town
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Sign of god?
The sigh of god
Only in your sight if I feel a reason
To ignite inside of your night
Smelling the humans like a dog to a cat
Raging underneath this blanket of cold
Fire, heat my soul
Carry me to the coast
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Forgiveness lingers in the fingers
Of the one who still hasn’t wept for you
The act of being saved rests
Adjacent to where you were killed
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I can make it fit, I can work this salvation around you
I can turn you into stone or a body of water
I can taste your salt even if you hold your sweat hostage
I can see your heat even covered in mud
I can become this world
I am more than you know