October 17, 2010
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Down blue veins I travel inside
your flat iris looking for
hardened words.

My eyes are searching for
broken elbows, red skin
iron heart,

Anything to show marks
till I remember
words don’t leave scars.

Your face will stay perfect
untouched, unmarred
until I raise my hand.
and leave you
smashed, fallen, distorted
in my beautiful rage.

Instead, I am kneeling
gravel leaving
indentations in my palms,
watching ants crawl
into raw nerve.

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