I have been speared and harpooned,
By rose thorns and ghostly well-wishers,
Salt water seeps into the wound,
As the sea seeks to permeate through me,
And make me a lodestone for all,
Of its rage and comical wisdoms,
It seeks to clean me from within,
Pushing its needles and kisses,
All under my skin,
I count all the petals that fall,
Safe in my womb; my cot and cocoon,
Each one marks a calendar month,
Until I can stand up and walk around the room,
The faceless, white automatons,
Moulding my face as if it were clay,
Their beaks are all seeping out from,
The surgical masks that they use repel the plague,
My grapes have all turned to wine,
With chemical burns that water your eyes,
Their sourness only complies,
With the sterility of the saline,
And now all my thoughts turn to ash,
The anchors have rusted into a red mash,
And the plague doctors skip past my aisle,
They seem so content to just write me out and cut all my lines,
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