ꨄ 𝙻𝚒𝚏𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝙳𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚑ꨄ

Shed

Laced upon my fingers,
they snaked up my body,
and clasped on my throat.
Its impenetrable reek-
secreting from its rotting breath-
left me paralysed in fear
for what was I to succumb to.

Yet its evil, its filth,
its blood-
that ran through its veins,
were mine
as they were shed
in exchange for my soul.

Every droplet,
every trickle,
of pain I had endured-
were my duties to bear.

For pain precedes redemption,
what more were upon my shoulders
that I had to lose and admire?