I’m diseased – ease me;
Medic me, mend me, repair me.
My cells are corrupted;
Cut me, burn me, cure me.
My virus makes me crash;
Reboot me, reconstruct me.
I’ve a hole in my heart – fill me;
My desires are hotly burning,
My hell is coldly dominating;
Cool me down,
Freeze me out,
Subdue my two-way pain.
I’m lost in this deep dark pit,
Despised, rejected, bruised by shame;
Subject me to change,
Raise me, remake me, help me fit.
Kittie Carr
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