gash
raze
i
walked
into
the
shelf
that
holds
a
silver
box
that's
gone
years
without
feeling
the
sharp
sting
of
electricity
drifting
through
its
veins
and
thought
i
might
have
shattered
the
bone
beneath
the
skin
.
few
things
in
recent
memory
have
hurt
that
much
.
the
long
red
mouth
of
an
unwanted
gift
i
gave
myself
this
morning
will
scab
over
before
it
learns
to
smile
.
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what's it to you?
who
go
blather
from