I want to breathe in

the dust of my enemies

ground beneath this truth.

 

I am not OK

today air feeds my disease

pulsing bruised rivers.

 

I step on a shard

in the ocean, broken Me

cuts deep my sweetness.

 

We all wear pants

second skin coats my tongue

I taste bitter.

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