Beneath my skin, these
Earliest shadows
Decay dripping from ancient trees
Murk surfacing hidden bayous
Roil foretelling terrible storms
Bruises left indelible
Look away
Do not talk of such things
I was afraid
Words leave marks worse than fists
Icy stares make you bleed
New shadows differently hued
Stench fouling beach sands
Molder crumbling leather-bound books
Rapine cutting through pine forests
Invisible stains just as before
Look away
Do not talk of such things
I was afraid
Fists leave marks almost like words
Other people’s bodies make you bleed
Swallow your voice
Choke on grief
Cover your indigo body
One day when I speak
My power will shatter the world
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