Flesh Poem by Sarah Sisson

I am so bold as to damage
a good name with a whim
of self desperation. I can
dig my claws in to you,
make you bleed, then expect
you to apologize to me.
These are old ways that I
loathe but the grains of
soot beneath my feet tread
deep. This is a life I knew
of long ago. I have striven
to survive. I have even
come to conscious conclusions.
Yet, I bear my claws and
retract with a bit of
your flesh each time.

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