a thousand times
the weapon meets me
with obsidian-sharp
edges
unshielded, vulnerable
( there's no choosing
what comes our way )
a thousand times
the weapon penetrates
I'm learning to live with
the wounds
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An open journal... WARNING: some poems contain nudity or sexual images. NSFW 18+
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