Ignorance was bliss

I sow the seeds of doubt
in your mouth
but you spit them back out.
Life is not a
dot to dot
there are no steps
to make this passage easy.
I can’t be
a pig in shit.
I want grit.
To grind my heel
against the blue
of our skies.
I want blood on my hands
when I see the sun rise.
I want
to be pushed over the brink.
I want Rorschach
not iron gall ink.
Cover my hands black
and let it crisscross
in the lines where skin
defines my print.

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