Zywa
Rouse life into me
Undressed, my nakedness
bound in my skin
with sensually tight ropes
And a whizzing wind of arrows
to lick the blood away
from the resented beauty
they gaze at
the women with tears
the men mocking, boys
and girls curiously
excited
Nobody touches me
nobody feels the warmth
of my body
fleeing
Pull the heads out of my flesh
embrace my wounds with your hands
and take me, rouse life into me
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