Take. each drop of
Take.
each drop of sweat, tears, blood
the fluids of pain that pour
forth as I crown you as my given destroyer.
I never chose you so as to be
saved. For I don't know what it
means to be given that pleasure.
just--
Take.
Stephany Raynolds
Every pause, choke, stutter
the bundle of nerves that unravel
on the floor as I watch your coronation.
I string up my heart like flag on my spine. In hopes my lungs pledge allegiance to your household.
Take.
Darius G (AFROGOAT)
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