I was an art form
from you
living things could be modified
including your skin
my skin wasn't yours
and so I learned that art couldn't heal everything
they were taught the concepts of evolution
we are stronger; your body revolved
and reviled more
a pale tongue that tastes my birth
and dies too little
I was taught the concepts of creationism
god was something they felt needed to be replaced
the shelf was empty except it was full of you
I missed my god
and I missed when
power was also a concept
we are all immortal now
but what no one was told
is that it was okay to die inside
little by little