Dissection

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My soul the General
Directing a blood battle

Commanding legions of voices in my head
Take no prisoners!

A Civil dissection upon shared territory
Pitting brother truth against father lies 

War already won
But war is hell, and this battle, more so

My aristocratic hands, hard evidence
My afire body, further proof

I’m fireproof and unquenchable
A knifesman and blacksmith to the bone

The Battle of The Orchids

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Perhaps
It’s why we had relative peace

Tho’ blue and red both 
Magenta suited us 

We smiled with eachother
Even when mad or weakened

Truths we spoke into being
During our long breaths together

We shared an ancient meal 
Despite our different appetites 

I Lied 

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The battle is twofold
And feels insurmountable 

Truth comes from the North 
And appears as the enemy

Illness attacks at Dawn
And the signal is giv’n

At these intersections, I must choose
And I conclude, I’ll live to fight

Befriend the enemy 
And let it slay hope at Dawn

Sandra 

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Conquer me in my sleep. Invade my dreams. My right thigh has flexed 
in preparation for battle.

I know you can do this, I know that you’re more than soft, broad feathers on your outside.

I am afraid. Kiss the fear from me -you have my permission. Then slay me with what I must learn.