you sharp as a needle
punctuate.
clinging flesh on the other side
i never
barb my tongue the way you do
never cut with a serrated
edge
sliced jagged
masterful
punctuating.
blood stained entry wound
i shield my head with the arms and the
mess of me is
dripping
punctuated.
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Author:
gia (
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- Published: September 14th, 2025 06:15
- Comment from author about the poem: On being hurt.
- Category: Sad
- Views: 1
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