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edges of flesh

Posted to Poetry and Politics

ridged edges of flesh scrap
along the edge like gills
this is when i breathe
the blood is warm
and numb
and am intoxicated by pain
my mind only flickers through
back and forth
like moments
i am not afraid nor
can i wonder any longer
where you've gone
i con't wonder if someone
will find me
i well just watch the blood drip into my palms
and see what you think of it all