feed me heaven,
feed me hell
give me bruises
that we know will swell.
this way i'll remember for sure
the harsh years sleeping in my body,
injuries that are wrapped and cloaked by slim strips of skin
'round and around,
twisting like this crane i still watch
like sorry and sickly people i can't dodge.
my life is this life and this is life.
i'll spend days and nights alone
if it means no one will ever drag me down.
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