lying here
flayed to the bone
truth glaringly apparent
for all to see
the microscope of your gaze
filtering out the dross
centring on the dregs
allowing fermentation
life now oozing from the vat
that is me
hold the mirror
closer
my breath d r i p p i n g across the surface
although dead to the world
you claim me
with tongue mind and soul
their focus piercing and yet nurturing
humpty
dumpty
no more
until I'm captured by your words next time
(c) ArdentTly
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