Mark Of The Beast Poem by Arielle Howze
Mark Of The Beast
Your tarred hands tainted me
Dirty scars in plain sight
Monsters do more than bite
They mark territory
But I no longer belong to you Guilt
Nor you Anger
Not even you Doubt
I am not my wounds
The black sludge corrupting my soul seeps out of my pores
Evaporating
My body becomes lighter, agile
I renounce all ties to your lies and deception
Black isn't my color anyway
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