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Shattered Memories
Tales of bloody battles
crossing languid arms
as the truth of what
my conscriptors aimed to keep
hidden from prescient sight
and failed as they incurred
the wrath of my fathers blade.
My mother always said
they'd run away the pretty ones
wo'd surmise my appetite
for harrowing danger and fear
were not worth the risk
of skinny dipping in the firey
lake that is lit by strokes
of harmless heat lighteneing.
Yet I wear them proudly anyway
as a testament to the realms of
foolishness I took the time
to brave and ultimately die within
for one of these days, perhaps soon
the whirling blades will find
the depths of my bated breath
and I'll only leave behind
a slash on the skin
of the few that will miss me.
