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Wednesday, December 9, 2015

Breaking Off


You are the backhanded blow and
The throbbing beat that pulses on
The sting sure to leave copper marks
Sharp and tangy inside my mouth.

 

I fastidiously review

Every clenching word that you chuck

Penknives aimed for precise bloodshed

Tearing my origami skin


With the reverence you would swat
The buzzing fly, small irritant
I have no higher rank than that

Pesky gnat you curse and berate

 

As I gaze into iceberg eyes

Glossy black staring back at me

And feel the blue fingers and toes

I taste the bite of letting go

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