It is me

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2/9/16 a poem about being determined, bound, to communicate... somehow

Tear out my tongue

so I may not speak.

I will write to you.

Cut off my fingers

so my voice is stilled.

I will tell you stories

with my eyes.

Enucleate me

so that my soul is silenced.

I will breathe for you.

Smother me,

asphyxiate me so there is nothing left.

My final heart beat

will be yours.

 

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