me, a changeling

me
a changeling

Green from blood red
wake from sickness slumber
time to spend
some time, alive
like I’ve never known

Staring rancid
life’s death in the eyes
always bet on black
sweeping me, sweep out
the dust and trash
of the shorter, blinded me

Torn edges, sanded smooth
shaved back, trimmed neat
pumped up to please
I’m reborn, or simply
born

you
don’t change a thing
you’re perfect
as you
are

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