Porcupine

 

Pull back the bow,

let your arrows fly,

into my skin they pierce

but I don't fall and die.

I stumble,

struggle to stay afoot

but I keep on walking,

mouth sewn shut.

I won't let

your poison darts

pollute my heart,

or cut me down.

I'll just keep bleeding

all over town.

 

Let your arrows

pierce the air,

ripping wounds

in the moonless sky

like blinking stars

crying out.

They penetrate deep,

your arrows of doubt.

I feel my blood seep

but I don't fall and die.

I keep walking.

So let your arrows fly.

I won't let this pain win,

just feel them

like a porcupine

with prickly hairs

sticking out of my skin.

 

Let your arrows

cut the night in two.

They won't do the job

you want them to do.

I won't fall.

I'll keep walking

through the barrage

as they rain.

Staining the ground

with the contents 

of my gushing veins

but I've become so used to it

I no longer even feel the pain.

 

 

 

 

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