Limits

The limits of my flesh
are the failings of your words.
What body of lies you conjure,
wreathed from punishing verbs.
Still I yield to my own frailty,
encased, entrapped, entombed.
The cage is too small to be alone;
I’ll let them bury my grief with you.

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