Mine–day twelve

 

You can
have my skin, my
bones, my excess flesh. You
can have my hot breath on your neck.
but I’ll

keep my
itching veins, my
fever flushed blood, and these
words–the speaking of my marrow.
They’re mine.

 

[ double cinquain. no other prompt. ]

 

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