The Chains I Choose

By Marie Allred - August 28, 2018



(A slave to the succor of silent tears)

 (my bones ache in the way only heavy-laden heroes's do -)

((Body in shambles, skin sliced up sheer)

All grated like cheese against azure veneer)

(I grapple with the loss of my beauty, my pallid skin awash with bitter remembrance)

((and old cuts)

that never heal)

((But these are the chains I choose.))

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