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The trunk ate my arms, and legs
So many of them, second skin, like
I was a lizard in the desert heat
I shed my form beneath my feet.
And with a thunk, hate; my arms, my legs
So much of them, too heavy, like
Pulled down by my own deleterious weight
My own mislabeled feet unlaced
Unburdened by the unbearable
My skin no longer wearable
So died a cry, so long a sigh
So longing will forget me
Limbless and listless
Lost more and missed less
One wing less, a crispness
Quick hands and thick sand
Bottle in my hand
I don't understand
The sand ate my heart, a start
To counteract the cataracts, like
One shirt-sleeve left to linger on the sand
A boat that sunk above the land
The trunk ate my watch, and time
That once was fine sand, misaligned, like
The sand was a sea of glass turned back again
To when you were my only friend
Unburdened by the unbearable
My skin no longer wearable
So died a cry, so long a sigh
So longing will forget me
Limbless and listless
Lost more and missed less
One wing less, a crispness
Quick hands and thick sand
Bottle in my hand
I don't understand
Why i can't just go back to you
Lighting struck before it knew
That hue would cry, and cry would dew
The things i couldnt, couldn't do
So many of them, second skin, like
I was a lizard in the desert heat
I shed my form beneath my feet.
And with a thunk, hate; my arms, my legs
So much of them, too heavy, like
Pulled down by my own deleterious weight
My own mislabeled feet unlaced
Unburdened by the unbearable
My skin no longer wearable
So died a cry, so long a sigh
So longing will forget me
Limbless and listless
Lost more and missed less
One wing less, a crispness
Quick hands and thick sand
Bottle in my hand
I don't understand
The sand ate my heart, a start
To counteract the cataracts, like
One shirt-sleeve left to linger on the sand
A boat that sunk above the land
The trunk ate my watch, and time
That once was fine sand, misaligned, like
The sand was a sea of glass turned back again
To when you were my only friend
Unburdened by the unbearable
My skin no longer wearable
So died a cry, so long a sigh
So longing will forget me
Limbless and listless
Lost more and missed less
One wing less, a crispness
Quick hands and thick sand
Bottle in my hand
I don't understand
Why i can't just go back to you
Lighting struck before it knew
That hue would cry, and cry would dew
The things i couldnt, couldn't do
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Writer(s): Iola Patalas
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