Mark your ankle with a black star
In the hopes of finding the pain
Of telling the one you love
You love him
Wear yellow
To match the hope of the sun burning bright
Forever
In ignorance of these small, human aches.
Square your shoulders against
The fire within
As your heart rages like a black beast
Caged in ice.
Take a deep breath
And find the peace you so wish would stay forever,
Catch hold of it tight,
Peace is like the slippery man of the sea as he changes shape.
Continue to live
Even as your old self begins to die
Mark your ankle in black ink
In the hope of fastening a string from your heart
To your brain.
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