Please don’t take what little I have… What little I’ve built, away from me Please don’t take away my will for this life (for she is so new) What do you do when your own blood poisons you? Do you cut off the limb? Replace the blood with an amalgamation of anothers'? How do you reconcile with such a thing? With the rejection of the extension of oneself… It’s no wonder I confused my hatred for the poison as a hatred for myself
You are an amazing poet by every means
thank you i appreciate that so much! 🫶🏾