MORE ABUSE

Believe me, I get it

I still need to give it.

The abuse that moves along

Brittle grooves, revealed in the stripping

Of the Flaming Roof.

Believe me, I get it

I still need to give it.

Too soon, choking smoke clears the room,

And lessons fade like Moon Phases

When I’m not made to live it.

I still need to finish.

I still need to give it.

The Bold Body will last. Down to the minute.

If the test of survival

You intend to pass,

It’s all about the questions

You’re brave enough to ask.

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