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Pain

Project Type

Photography

Date

April 2023

Poetry

Poetry

You rip my flesh from my bones
Gnaw away at my tendons
You force my muscles to curl
I'm left with only my moans
I withdraw, you send in
Spasms which rot me like a burl

You dispossess me of my body
Wrest control away from me
Time passes behind the veil
I become disembodied
Rob me of kneeling on my knee
You grow great, I grow pale

You attack and become death
Torture and flay and scrape
Trap my will to be free
You rob lungs, my breath
I lose all my shape
I am locked away, unable to flee

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