skin slivered by a poem
written to love,
(is there any other kind?)
another paper cut!
you laugh and turn away,
'it's deeper,' i want to say,
but words are stifled,
when i see you open
yet another chat window.
the words slip in and hurt,
slipstream to the red tide,
pounding through to the heart,
hurting. hurting. hurting.
then you flash me
an absent-minded smile.
i put that cut ring finger
to my mouth.
stick my tongue to the hurt,
and file the poem away.
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