and so

I run, 

against the current and the cause

creating ripples that will speak

in waves

so, cover your eyes

I am not there

an illusion that taints the air

Here are my weaknesses those

scars that chorus of invisible words

which crafts my soul into

witchcraft that stabs the soles of

my aching feet my achilles heal my

trauma,

the fire

that burns words into my mind

This is my disease 

 

 

 

 

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