Chasing Grace
Pay me out in power
over the dead skin
peeling off my shoulder blades.
Let it wash down the drain
in a simple exchange
of can and can’t do.
Watch the larks sing along
to the humble melodies
you created.
Know that you have it
whatever you choose to believe
it is yours.
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I really enjoyed your use of direct address here!
Powerful “Pay me out in power
over the dead skin
peeling off my shoulder blades.”