THE GIRL WITH THE THORN IN HER SIDE
I am marrow wrapped in silk and fur,
I grace the back of fury and
I speak the same language
as the snapdragons
I was raised by,
I wear the jaws of my children
as a crown of vengeance.
Staring into the face of
absurdity, I feel no fear,
rather singularity,
something I find in the roots
of the vines that grow up my spine
and reach behind my eyes
into the divots of my skull
searching for something quieter,
though I have never contained silence.
There is a crying scraping the sides of my face,
the birds pecking at my ears
scream a song of war,
I listen closely and utilize the lyrics
as a mantra of strength. I have risen
and fallen
and I will rise again,
carried by the mossy untamed undergrowth
beneath my feet.

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