Growth - Fortress of Flesh and Bone
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In my seventh year
All the colours burned away
Monoxide peripheries
Ichorous and grey
A wastrels journey
Dragged to chaotic distance
The disconnect made whole
Given to the grave
This fortress of flesh and bone
Beatific in rigor
The bargain is struck, mindless and vile
Clawing out of deeper circles with the hands of a child
In my seventh year the shadows left the walls
The nightmares crept into the days
As days ceaselessly withered with a pall
My wreath of medication woven
My coronation made
Destined to be broken under the yoke
In bitterness I reign
In my fortress of flesh and bone I feel nothing
Not the searing of your touch
The lash of tongues
In my fortress of flesh and bone I am sovereign

In my seventh year I saw so much of the world
My first kiss from the bluest lips
And how the ground collapsed beneath me
The rain caking the ash on my limbs
The rain that never left

The very first day I witnessed safety
It was already long out of reach
Laughing with its taciturn sneer
The majesty of its insult
Mocking me with the violence and the hopelessness to come...