I've decided to refuse.
Yes, it's actually my decision,
seeming as one of few
(though a truer lie never spoken),
so I am POWER in it...
all might and back bone
as if this one adjective were the shackle
and I, ready now, to gnaw off my foot.
I've blacklisted the word
of, or pertaining to, this woman
What word?
It's gone. Redacted.
In its place, a fingerprint
scored along my hip
which you colored so far outside the lines
it is unrecognizable by sight,
but to your fingers
it is Braille.
Paint me, every day love...
for I have never been so beautifully atypical.
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