Sir Pious Flagellant the Third
Beat beat heart beat
Tremble at tremors
These are veins and lines that are common
But this will be uncommon
August is now the dead of winter
Fear no longer stands between blade tips and skin
And the opening, like blossoming of flowers
Blood red
Tomorrow I'll go deeper
Tomorrow it will run
And it stains no cheek
I take pain to the peak
I'm in control
It will matter to them
Not now
I can't wait for when
It must flow
I wield the sword
Trauma is according to my accord
I make the intangible line up
Thin lines raised above flesh
I feel the counting off of words that never saved me
Now in bravery, no language is needed
I have finally fought a fight that I can conquer
And you always win
When you fight your skin
Copyright © Te Indi | Year Posted 2020
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