The battlefield
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Stretchmarks crawl across my skin
Like a river tearing through the land
The oceans could not be contained
Neither can I
A trail of freckles dusted on my cheeks
Just as endless summer nights
The sky on fire with all the dying lights
My short, broken nails and raw skin on knees-
Not even the cracked crust of the earth
Can compare to them
My body has seen battles
And has never surrendered
Nor will I.