It seems to always
Become more painful in the
Night.
The slicing pain encompassing
Vulnerable throats
Bruising internals and tearing
The precious immunity
That keeps me safe
From battered bones.
Disturb not mind
Through vicious intention
Nor my words
But decay like the sun-blanched
Apple.
Ruin not my faith but
Strengthen my hold.
Until my eyes call hold enough
My mind does not rest
Yet thuds on every breath
Grasps it in every step.
Two weeks today
Two weeks next year
Exhausted and ruined
You strengthen my body
Destroying my soul.
Speak not of nights or
Early morns
I dread each second
No savoir.
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