Makes A Flag Of
Look away,
I removed my skin,
In violation of vital organs,
My heart among them,
On display, splayed
For all to see, to hear
Within a listen
To the subtle, discordant pulse
Of all that still breathes
Between the folds of muscle and flesh,
The humanity of hidden language
Bleeding out between lines
Connecting lives,
The letting red of blue veins
Makes a flag of
What once was our collective surrender.
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