Sunday, 5 August 2018

finally

strong enough
to poke that scar

found still the shards there
relieved that time now holds softness around my contacted heart,
i pull them out

Deliberately
stretch my lips from their sour purse.
Breathe the adrenaline spikes down til they leave my arms
Crunch straight my spine
Hand to breast
and follow my mind
to other,
kinder,
things.

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