Kant at the Steeple

Stephanie Alford
The serrated edge
Teases my flesh
Dragging across
My previous scars
The blade dances
Lacerating my softness
Until the red fountain
Begins to appear
And I am forced
Once again
To black out
And forget the pain
That started
This whole charade

Published by Stephanie Alford

I've returned from my little emotional sabbatical. Much better now.  View profile

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