The First Cut is the Cheapest
And you cannot master the dark
as you go under
the floor boards
looking for what you've lost
this is a bruise and bramble 2 a.m.
kind of pain
and only the lonely
know how to bend
wide enough
cracking themselves apart at the seams
and now the daylight is stuck inside of their torsos
bleeding out in a bad way
and what you get is more than what you bargained for
we weren't born to be this way
where the first cut is
steeped in shadow
unadorned
and spilling over
the last one
will be beyond
anything you know
how to contend with
a refugee desperation
inherited
from a place called without-home
a broken promise
an unspoken word
all the things you should have said
but didn't.
War Veterans playing cards -- Wilhelm Heinrich Otto
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