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On Deft Feet
I am tormented
By butterflies blistering frail
Parasites decorate my insides pale
And they are biting with teeth
Like a shadow vowel
That lingers on my lips too long
With fingertips that fall from bone
I am fermenting beneath
Debate is open
If I'm crippled from blood born truth
Or if I am sickened because of you
Don't shed tears for sorry thieves
My contents change as this vessel breaks
But I will take every mark on this body with me.
By butterflies blistering frail
Parasites decorate my insides pale
And they are biting with teeth
Like a shadow vowel
That lingers on my lips too long
With fingertips that fall from bone
I am fermenting beneath
Debate is open
If I'm crippled from blood born truth
Or if I am sickened because of you
Don't shed tears for sorry thieves
My contents change as this vessel breaks
But I will take every mark on this body with me.
Published 10th Jul 2023
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11th Jul 2023 1:10pm
That final couplet encapsulates the entire point of the struggle. We are stronger from the scars we accumulate.
