Health

Thighs – A Short Poem

Bleeding thighs,

Cut up lies,

Longing for your demise.

Ashamed for being unnamed.

While he proclaimed,

His heart aflame.

Man or monster?

Somewhere in between?

Well yes, a secret lover.

Not such anymore.

Broken thighs,

Drowned in lies,

Begs for reconsideration.

Let her go, She will flow up into the heavens.

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