Bruised words
marr the page
Pressed dry replies
applied as a salve
only raise blistering needs
to find phrases to puncture
the hopes that bubble
Wit whetted sharp
to scrape away the scabs
tears through flimsy gestures
to find intent
But there is none
beyond the pain
that reminds me
I was once alive


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