Withering

Dawn Piercy

I twist,
I turn,
Withering,
in pain;
My blood,
Eats at my soul,
Tearing my veins,
It is poisoned;
Just a prodigy,
Of war;
I feel the burning,
Inside;
My body just,
To die;
I have to fight;
I twist,
I turn,
Writhed in pain;
Take it away;
Poison;
Agent Orange,
I am a child of,
Withering away.

-Dawn Piercy 2012

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