Silk Sick Poem by Key Rose
Silk Sick
I am slathering
I am an awful, awful, no good thing
I am blazing, sick
with a fever meant to maim
meant to hunt, and harm
and dig in deep, in all that silk
soft of flesh, the sweetness
new blood inside the bone
I am meant for this, I was always
meant to wet my teeth in
blood
in animosity for
what I behold
as weak, weak in my same
places, the ones
I bury
deep so they cannot
be felt, be found
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