You were an asthmatic forcing exercises,
�Haggling prices of strife to spite death .
And I was your salient tutor.
You were a loaded gun,
I was a trigger happy finger.
We weren't born naked.�
We came clothed in ours and our mothers' cords and gourds of blood.
Gurgling back tears and lashing out like a colorblind artist
Hooking a nonexistent audience with his brush of pubic hair.
Like the smell of heavy rain on dust we were an incomplete lot.
A saddened reminder of something yet to arrive.
We were firewood, but the potency before our true name burnt us too soon.
You were a witch, bedazzling with eyes cynical behind white dripping mascaras
Begging to be seen,but overlooked.
We cut our hearts out, but it wasn't enough, so we slit our wrists.
For when the gods want blood, it is unwise to give them oil.
The only god who doesn't love gifts is death,
But you gave him all you had anyway.
I too have given my gift, dangling from a tree,�
With your tears around my neck.
-ADIO
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