Of Sharp Wounds And Rapt Healings

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The words pierce
My heart,
The blows wound
My soul
Even more than
They’ve breached
My broken shell.
Emotions erupt like
Fireworks.
But these sparks burn
Indefinitely, forever,
Showering my skin with
Pricks and sharp edges
Drawing blood,
Bleeding life.
Disgust turns to
Anguish.
Anguish turns to
Fear

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