world-traveler subsumed
drowning in it,
the sap remade you,
now who are you?
new-formed creature,
you slop-slop-slosh,
drained and drowned.
stuck on you,
paper labels and clotted glue,
caution tape suture,
(where is your more?)
(excised.)
silhouette of you,
the muck of past,
every chain link
dragging you back
in their hell,
their world,
an inhabitable cage.
the sap-made you.
thanks for the drink, honey.
it's only natural, dear.
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