Incarnate
Bloodlet me, my precious
You can make this my willing sacrifice
To cure me of impurity, of sickness.
Cut gashes into my face.
Discard chunks of my body.
These cliffs into my mind,
Scars of unhealing, they save me.
Blotch my red everywhere.
Nobody wants my stained mind, but you—
You save all the sympathy—
Iridescent, darling, could you ever understand?
Can't you see,
I want to be your victim.
Choked with pinprick holes across my neck.
Extinguish.
Ignite.
The panic.
The torture.
Please take your uttermost care
And give me all the treatment you've got
So you can value me the most that one could.
Fulfill my empty shell. Take it, deem it worthy. And trust should I lend? You own my vessel.
Please force a choice, for I can't choose.
Please, don't, love,
And, take it all away when you do,
But I do, do I? For what purpose?
This undeserving freak,
Atrocity of mankind.
Since I'm now aware of how undeserving I have been,
These restraints.
Control.
This capturing of this frame of mind,
And the recapture later.
Conservation...
Anticipating.
You could make it all end,
But, convince me of the latter.
Come, scutter back quickly.
Cunning tendencies of a creature.
Come forth to me again.
Incarnate yourself.
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Abijah H.
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