Stain Me

I put my hand through the hole in my chest and scratch my back.
The jagged cauterized stumps where my wings used to be are itchy.
 
How I used to soar over roadblocks and spot checks.
Giggling like a newborn as I passed by fears, just out of reach.
Defecating with glee on unwanted emotion.
“You can’t touch me when I’m up in the clouds.”
 
I pull my hand back through the hole in my chest and marvel at the slick red coating.
Red red red now dripping on my pant legs from my forearm and watch.
No matter how hard I scrub them, they’ll be forever stained.
No matter how ferocious I charge. Rhino. Racecar. Redline. Impact.
 
The pain will follow me through the difficulties that await,
And how I rise to the pain will be my definition, so stain me.
 
 

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