today my soul is burnt
from touching the world too much
today, from feeling
a frayed rope slipping
and stabbing,
red handed,
i felt me pulled
from my stand.
dry voice cracks and bleeds
unable to let loose of a silken
ribbon of pain.
it comes out in croaks
and starts,
an ugliness
that, once revealed,
wants a hide.
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