TOURNIQUET
Inside of me, I entertained
a quiet answer
and it all came to me
The voices called out:
"just let it be"
I pulled back
that silver sleeve
adjacent to the window
Across a dusted table
an ashtray and a needle
The battle ended there
I felt the breath of angels
they hushed my human struggle
A light from another
glazed my eyes with glitter
I am heavy with burden
my wings cannot flutter
Sinful hands a many
carry me to my grave
I am that mountain, distant
Where I shall never save
The brook took back
it's babble
and the tree's dropped
Their leaves
Come to me my savior
for I have fallen to my knees
Gender knows no different
lift me to the sky's
rid me of my tourniquet
I bleed deeply
this is my disguise
Written by,
Abby lynn
©
Dec. 11 2014
The battle remains
and I will not surrender
I will not lie down
inside that wooden sleeve
For it is not yet my time
I am not ready for my death
nor for that absurd burial
for I will be lucid and burned.
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