Will my body heal anymore or
Is there any Be in my to-be-healed?
The only thing left is this repetition
Of the un-named
Repetition of the pattern that helps me to forget in momentum
But deepens my wounds
Molds the wounds as being my body
Molds me to forget
That there was un-shaped
Simply growing with the breath
Simply breathing life
Me is tears
Me is strong destructions
And I am so fearless that it terrifies you!
Not caring, nor carefree
Not grieving, just grief