Layered Fragments

Skin becomes that which itches.

Blood becomes that which drowns.

Eyes becomes that which blinds.

Feet becomes that which burns.

Space becomes that which traps.

God seems like a universe and a prayer away.

Burdens I want and don’t want to share,

hang on my two shoulders,

as I watch others beg,

as I watch others stretch,

ignoring grace.

 

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