you,fool,you

what a carnivore he is-
he says he loves to watch me sleep

at night my skin he slits
with a thousands knives in hand

he’s traveled across my land
love he says he’s found none

the fool – he thinks i do not know
how my words flow

they tap&dance&laugh as he kills
my narrative with a kiss
or so he thinks

but-
cuts&bruises&tears&pain have this kind of power you see
the more you
steal
the more I breathe
the more I write
the more I live

you, carnivore, you, murderer,you, fool! listen!
the rhythm of ink induced on paper
listen!
listen!
my voice is loud, my blood is dry
your precious daggers are in me
but listen!

i can’t ever die, you little man
kill me all you want
i am poetry, i am life

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