SUBMISS
& I did.
For it is I that hath been beaten
held like a bird by the foot,
cradled by claws
'til my final killing come.
I am a roman numeral IXII,
noises from a past life
take me to the dark side,
& I eat the ghoulish petals
of those poppies gone black.
For nothing else satisfies
the shadow I harvest inside;
I hold remnants, eaten so unhealthily..
Until I can somehow turn them to gold instead,
but gold is only in their head...
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