My Body


New Zealand

My body is a cocoon of pungent regret

holding its breath for the metamorphisis to a butterfly of knowledge

my body is a hub of nocturnal imagination

paints my dreams in garish tones and people hues

my body has been left alone too long

and is burned to a crisp

it weeps and moans for neglects poker face

my body wraps itself around the heat of the day

to keep the homeless warm at night

my body is an offering, perhaps a warning sign

take it or stop and turn back

my body is a vehicle for a soul withered and hunch backed

seen too much, heard too much, bled too much

my body is a gift and you chose to abuse it

i followed your lead albiet inside out


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