National Poetry Month 2021

a limb cast off, each day less of me stays

a body steadfast into general malaise

the night brings wavering scrutiny

a soothing to my toothache, a eulogy

to all the severed weight I deadened,

reacting to the blood I threatened

to exclude from this sacrifice,

a little or a lot, either will suffice

the body hangs unstable in its sludge

a trembling sight to judge

without the full story, we are capricious

a morsel dislodged in the mouth of the suspicious

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