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Upon Awakening
by Sharmagne Leland-St. John
I am an arm
of the night
reaching back
into the darkness
for all things
mankind has destroyed
through negligence
or premeditation
I am the language of grief
the voice of splintered silence
the heartbeat that pounds
like a hammer
in the ears of reason
the conscience of the silent witness
the eyes of thought
haemorrhaging salt tears
of feigned sorrow
I am the sinew woven into the rope
of the hanged man
the shadow of a doubt
I am the taste of blood
on the forked tongue
of mine enemy
the silver that greases the palm
I am the last whisper
you'll hear in the dark
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