Scalpel (Poem from Borrowed Bones)

See,

us apples

we never really

travel far from

the tree.

 

Just roll like

tumbleweeds

across cities

planting seeds

in soils

sowing

futures in

dirt.

 

Within our

inherited

cores lies

structure

taught by

books and

people

past

present

and

pleasure

 

You see

I’ve got these

scars not from

people

but from

endless

scalpels

to the skin

 

You say people

tear you apart

replace your

heart with hatred

and poison

 

the metal in

my bones

begs to

differ

 

I can’t count

on one hand the

number of people

that saved my

skin.

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