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Jan 5 2024



little shard of glass

will you seek me out

with your sharp point

to pierce

the fragile skin

the saggy flesh

what is your point


try hard

thick blood


little prickle

lickle tickle

then the Band-Aid


and dread

of worse

the gas

the mask

the stitches

and the knife

who knew

I’d come to fear you so

at this late stage


it’s picnic beakers

for me now

I am


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