WOUND
Your moons are hurting!
Running from you,
Painful desire.
Stabbed
By a fear
Of comprehension
Growing with every
Cycle,
I refuse
To understand.
I beg the knife
Remain inside…
Please,
Leave it there,
In me!
I need the blade
To remember you.
Always.
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