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Nothing Left

November 29, 2022
By Anonymous

They torment me without trying, their eyes balance onto my skin

Without a single word, single sound, they laugh and pick at my brain

How are they disgusted by my blood but love to watch me bleed


The author's comments:

This is written in a Korean poetic form called sijo


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