Blood, that of my own skin,
spreads the length
of the blade, clenching
and trembling with
the handle of a knife plunged
with the force of a thousand
suns into where it belongs.
My back.
I’m back
to finish the job.
(© 2022 AC)
Blood, that of my own skin,
spreads the length
of the blade, clenching
and trembling with
the handle of a knife plunged
with the force of a thousand
suns into where it belongs.
My back.
I’m back
to finish the job.
(© 2022 AC)
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