Ghost

The tears he cries
come not from his eyes
but from his arms and legs
from the crimson of wishing to crumble
from the revulsion he feels
at all the strange hands
all the strange invading faceless
with dagger tooth smiles

His screams come not from his throat
but from between his teeth
from the silence
of every tooth gritted against its partner
of his eyes turned away
from the thief above him jeering
And his silence comes from regret
at having let his pain show





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