magnitude of misplaced
it is somewhat. like
you’re cement. locked stance
telling me. i am not
permitted pleasure. by your terms,
years decaying. wear me down
to your illusion. as if
i ever stay. i remain
broken and unbreakable.
what you do not know;
how i am thickened by scars.
inviting your slice. without
devotion to the rest. my style
to give to the suffering.
feed my dismay.
at the back of this cavern.
i am still. holding a flame.
that. never.
belonged.