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I swear that it’s mine
You can tell by
how I spit it out with slime
Like something gestated
In my borrowed womb
A cancerous wound
At the back of my throat
Phlegm
Thick, slick, and sickly
A brine breathing
Making me choke
It’s too close
It’s too far away
Far too far
Wait
No
wait
I swear it’s mine
I write it down all the time
It’s been burned like a brand
On the back of my hand
Laced in my waist
A gurgling paste
Chaste and abandoned
A thin severed strand
Hold on
It’s my mine
I claim
It
Used to be mine
Mine
And mine alone.
Something I owned
Did I discard it
Or was it stolen
I wish I had known
Or could have known
But no
Swallow shallow breaths
Brave past the past tense
Turn tired
Strung thin
This is it
The world
you’re living in
Reality
Society
Demands conformity
Or visible breaks
Visible cracks
Whenever I’m asked
What is mine
And who am I
I have no answer
Solid enough to give
It’s a writhing thing
Hard to pin down
And like me
Definitely alive
I hope