The remembrance of my body betraying me,
Trembles my slewing stomach,
My rib cage crumbles at each ragged breath,
With warm flesh dragging against the moist air.
I cough,
Over and over and over again
Till I gag on my own skin.
My vision blurs at the world around me,
The world that creeped ruthlessness
Into each thought,
Breath,
Bite,
Step.
Gone is the peace of myself
Because who am I,
If most of me is them?
Over and over the ride awaits
A carriage good and sound
A go, to go, forego, we go
and now the round spins!--
tilts on it's axis no more or,
freeform expression a painting perhaps
He pleads and begs with knees rusty and matted
Feet of vines to soak the fall not bound like his wife's
before Dysentery dragged His sword
into her glowing heart.
A guarded truth of us
We turn the pages
One by one
For we are the stories
Without endings
Like mirages that only come true through
a cloaked gaze
They are dug into history
Encrypted with prints
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