There's a part of me-
tugging at my hem and pushing at my knees; dragging down my fingers.
It looks up at me with desperate,
hurt(full) eyes.
It's hard to hear a word between tearful chokes and whimpering gasps.
Oh, little part of me!
Swallow down your sobs.
You cry of desire-
a demise you know little about.
You have the tongue of a child;
the pain of an illusion.
"Desire my form! Desire my form!"
You plead for pacification.
Who taught you bottomless pits and sacrificial offerings?
The world is not your battleground.
-- Katee Myers
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