Marked Poem by Katherine Trovida
Marked
You are marked,
by precious stones,
embedded in your chest
you tried to dig 'em out,
and bled.
Again, you waited
and your chest absorbed
your coveted, gemstone wages.
My friend,
those emeralds, rubies
sapphires,
diamonds and other such,
wages, will dislodge
your organs.
Don't be laid to waste
don't think your clients
won't harvest their gems,
when you are too sick to protest.
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