the hard hand i have been dealt
icy shoulders,
lengthening latches of cold I have felt,
with fistfuls of rage and angst
digits pointing with scorn,
overt reprimand and rebuke,
talons decorated with filth and pain,
curving forward,
tearing at my esteem,
ripping me at the seams,
clawing at my skin,
this hand that feeds me,
this hand that bleeds me,
these arms that thwart me,
will retrieve and redeem me.

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