even after the shatter
even after the fall
even after my flesh
was marred and torn by thorns
i remain
still as a statue
obsidian heart cradled in my palms
held aloft as an offering for the gods
as i beg for an arrow of bliss to pierce
this armor layered over my broken soul


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