it's a small
cut. an insult
better left
alone.
a slight wound that
drips
blood,
leaves a dotted
path
left by your
hand.
on the floor,
the steps,
to the sheets.
you take your wounds
with you.
even into
sleep.
Friday, March 4, 2016
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