The Sapless Type

Photo by Reza Hasannia on Unsplash

Yes, please leave me here
Don’t touch the strings
I took a bite of the fruit
I know what action brings

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Circle, you confused vulture
While I love this torn sinew
The pain brings me to tears
I don’t want to become anew

Bite my scars until they bleed
Push me down until I’m still
Raise my hand to a hot stove
Cut my voice when it’s shrill

Is it easier if I give permission?
You look like the sapless type
I can accept the pain I deserve
Quietly take it stripe for stripe