Stranger

Turn,

Twist, until you hear, 

The crack, loud and clear,

And wear, 

me down to the bone.


Leave, 

things unclear, 

then sear, 

brand me unknown.


Weep, 

I shall not, for fear, 

of unraveling, 

Clench my teeth, 

I atone.


For the hands, 

That hath done this,

Are now my own.


Even though, 

it feels strange, 

we are,

one.

So, 

I shall do so, 

for it has to be done. 

 


 

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