Loser's Prerogative
I was clawing at the cost.
Breathing in monster’s breath on me is lost.
I had lost my abilities in my sleep.
But I earned something new to keep.
Sympathy lives in me in knots.
In my blood, sympathy clots.
Copyright © Angelica Tao | Year Posted 2021
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