What’s an edge without a point

Brandished blunty

To break bones?

Swords dont need shine

To be noticed

But they need reason

To exist

Poison seeks venom

I seek reason too

Tell me why my bones are broken

Tell me why I crawl

Tell me if the sword cares how blunt it is

Tell me if we are the same

I am sitting here eating sand

Trying to taste an answer

The stone is unturned because it has already

Made fiber

The promise is intact

Because I am still hungry