Putting together real and blue
I roll into a ball
All of my fire.

I ingest it
For medicine

The reflection in my eyes
Disappearing suddenly.

And I tell myself
It’s all for the best

This is the work of the strong.

One knee buckles
And I grab the floor
For dear life

No
I will not fall
Flat.

 

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