Clap my heels,
I have an ache to return home,
but I don't know how home feels.
The sky closes,
the amethyst clouds burst.
That bright sun be cursed,
because this rainbow isn't worth a cent,
because of all those words, not one was meant.
Put your eyes on me,
are bruises and wounds all you see?
There is pain beneath the surface.
Mind you, I come at a cost, though I'm no purchase.
Release me, I'm no slave,
I am not of your service.
Watch me limp,
oh, watch me stagger.
Just know that what I was, what I am,
deserved more than these punctures,
the conversation of my heart and your dagger.
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