Again
Though I keep cutting myself on the edges of your life
I return again and again
To bleed once more
Thinking that those corners are corners no more
Soon I will have no blood left
To vet
And water will spill from
This side
Crucified one
Save yourself
Copyright © Tomas Vincent Marra | Year Posted 2016
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