Safe BladeIn my sickness I was whole titNow I must suck etherWhich is the stars and where I am meantI never knew I'd miss the fleshAnd I do miss the flesh or the fake heatThat glinted off the sword I grippedWhich kept me safe from me and my disease of moreThough sword and heat were also the diseaseThe sword I slung at man's plasmic heavenApplauded by the hands of dead but not their spiritsSpirits are you with me now although I cannot seeSickly still in my lust for ashes
-Melissa Broder
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