its true

listen cant you hear i am dyingwithout a present a resent turns the in out the offing ofbody without rest repose is narrow far and impossiblei am punished bydying pursued sued by lexix talionisspellin is that nervousfingers exhausted
god does not love


does
not
love

me

nor

does

woman




.




.

i am the 'bad' child

removed to


away

fostered

by the hands

indifference
of strangers


.





my legacy?


the
emptiness


of

.



it does

not glisten

in
your eyes

hand


removed


so

.