It’s growling,
protesting behind quavering skin
dull yellow, black and blue
from misuse
constant abuse
needing it craving
sunken in ribs showcasing what you
don’t have because
I don't want you to
as snakes run down your back
like drops of sweat under
eternal arrays of blankets
too heavy but too thin
as they still let in
the cold of the summer
air conditioning
but did you fall yesterday?
I caught you and
lessened the chances of you
fucking up what I've worked for
lining your room with lie detectors,
that can tell me that you’ve cheated
reflecting
causing the death of parts of your human
and every day I say I love you
is another day you fight to survive.
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