scorched earth signature
written by: Eric Danhoff
@troubled_sleep
i grew up with a knife in the chest
my inheritance is a dull blade
placed well enough
for everything to grow around it
the taste of metal is never far
on good days the blade will twist
and people i love are targets
for the weapon forged in me
skin and blood bitter
my face becomes my maker’s
a hereditary poison
words taste of fire
seeking nearest wood
i’ve got a need to burn
to detonate my good thing going
as quick to anger
as she is joy
i am envious
protective of innocent hearts
bite this itching tongue
swallow the blood
i am used to the taste
to closing doors and eating keys
this “scorched earth signature”
both gift and lesson
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