i'll tell you my skin
is a broken highway;
red spider lilies sprouting,
each is blown by the wind -
tastes like metal.
and my gasps were
all choked because
my pride hidden in sighs
whispered not to
be saved.
and saving wasn't the tip of grace;
it's the pit of hell.
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02092022
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