Blood: yours and mine
drowned-out war cries
dance through the air; above, around.
An intangible fabric of pain; tangling
binding my spirit to it’s sound.
Aware: acutely and perfectedly
senses burned back to life;
A brightness whiter than a wormhole’s eyes;
swallowing my body, licking up the slavery from my mind.
Envelopment: wrapped tightly;
in the chaotic static, nothing’s automatic;
handed to you, nice and politely.
Movement: an evolution beyond my own DNA
bet you’d choke on your tongue if you saw me this way;
maybe you will after all, someday…
make a choking sound that will resonate;
across the soil of the places you’ve spilled your hate.
I can keep going past the side-show now;
I’ll swim on by,
I’ll fly right on by;
no nets attached to my broken, battered wings;
old rusted hooks
removed from my nooks;
scars are so beautiful, compared to those things.
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