Feeble

I didn’t know when it happened

that my ribs itself became the prison for my heart
when my own red running fluid turned purple and frozen
I didn’t know when it happened
that my appealing urges set on heat of my burning cells

and my nerves duped to send impulses of healing sensations to my body

and left me on flat line
I didn’t know when it happened
that my red and yellow

saviours inside my bones got vexed on me and left me so feeble

I didn’t know that when it happened.
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