My Name is


Taking subtle breaths, 
I glance both ways
and take two steps ahead.
Away from the threads 
that bind me, I push on 
toward the verge.
Sleeves and wishes
thoughts and needs
are curtains closed.
Around the bend 
is the park where  
I fell in love; just
down the street 
death kissed my lips
for the first time
and courted me 
for what felt like 
Drenched in rain
that smelled like sorrow
I simply sat 
for days that became years
and then I didn't.
My Name is Conqueror.
My Name is Defiant,
Blinking in the blaze 
of midday sun.


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