The sun beats down on my soldiers, and I make yet another pact
Sitting in circles with scarves and loss, I am the same. I am many
I wish we could unite
No flesh as tight as you constrict me you power sucking grip
I use this word purposefully after much thought
And
I pray for the day we are taken and saved by such soft skin, such permeable pours; absorbent
And
Although I have wept to flesh, I have revealed to it, it may be his lack of understanding or as I choose not to believe; love
But
IgounchangedIgrowworse, c o n s t  r  ic   t      e     d  
The closest power, second only to you; I am squared
Creeping pain, and the unknown damage, and yet
I indulge you
I personify you and choose not to accept my own demise
Self, Listen: I am me, I take me
and I disregard, selfishly.
Sitting in circles with scarves and loss, I am the same. I am many
You and I are the like, and it is hard to convince you of me.  That we are worth it
Are we, or are they. Is anyone of skin?
And
Again, I pray.