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grit

Smile dirty smile

pungent ash breath

smoke it in and cough it out

he splutters to the ground

his eyes hoarse and gills ripped open

he holds on but I cut off his grip

his thighs tighten as he trawls himself up

looking at me with regret

anger

he spits at me and grinds his teeth

exhales again and inhales death

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pocket full of flesh

Don’t bind me and cut me and forage me down

I am not a tree to be cut down by your venomous axe

you want to purge me and rid me climb me and conquer me.

My vines will eat you

Trap you

Suppress you

Power is not what you posses

Just as you are you will remain

A pocket full of Flesh

Flesh of my Flesh, Blood of my Blood