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Upon My Skin
Apitoxin was infused
from your subtle stinger,
as if a bee left wounds
over and over,
as tokens to keep forever,
except that I died every time.
I became a smudged canvas
with haunting words,
pierced over and over,
the carved stamps within my psyche
emerging upon my skin,
so my pain could be seen.
from your subtle stinger,
as if a bee left wounds
over and over,
as tokens to keep forever,
except that I died every time.
I became a smudged canvas
with haunting words,
pierced over and over,
the carved stamps within my psyche
emerging upon my skin,
so my pain could be seen.
Published 7th Nov 2024
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