As we contemplate every breath
Its purpose, raw like cold air
We’re faced with truths
Naught but others’ perception
When you’re caught in vines
And too weak to let loose
From his touch
Burning. Deleterious
Stares, harsh as headlights
from an impatient motor
humming in the distance
Choices you have to make
As vulnerable as prey
Bleeding from the mouth
Yet, he wraps your wounds
With sugar coated candy strips
Your wings, tampered
And all your needs are met
Mj Blasco
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