It has come alive as prickly and Spiny as a parasite
Prophetically it has graced his paws upon my throat
Bellied with delight at my sad night
I feel eerily exposed
Restless I search for comfort like in my mother's womb
The night is upon me like a fragmented dream
fusions of grief dance before me
Be ashamed I say to thee
Invincibility sides with me
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