a stranger to myself
estranged in my own skin
ripping me up at the seams
or so it seems
salivating at the mere
thought of shaky knees
engulfed by my sorrow
running with bleeding heels
body that breaks when its
'posed to heal
hindering the cascading shadows
of sudden apocalypse--lips tender
only the faintest whiff of
a starved poet's tears
will suffice in the bargain
of a dying devil's last wish
still i long for a
body i can recognize
amidst the crumbling tragedy
that is my own
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