Growing

There is more from where this flows.
A bloody trail, not even red
A blackness – thick tar
It covers you – crown to rump

That’s how they measure you now, isn’t it?

Twisty limbs poking here and here and here.
I should scream but I don’t.

Don’t be ungrateful child.

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