Raw
Struck with this bleeding
heart
drips dropping straining
the pores of so many
open sores.
Needles pricked in one
more.
I am struck raw
wretched, stabbed and torn.
Old bleeding sores left
dripping by the door.
We won't leave this way
but
you already have many
times before.
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