There’s a ghost
In my battered chest.
There are bodies pickled
Whole, in my blue veins:
Sharks. The dark
Has lips and its kiss
Is full of teeth.

Grief doesn’t cover the shame.

The glory promised
Got washed away
That day i sat in the shower
Begging to be clean again.
Not to nightmare the scarlet scene again

Bodybag me in bed sheets
This is my white flag
Too late.
Now I know
Why surrender is the colour
Of bared knuckles.


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