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Laceration
words, softly spoken
you bring them past your trembling lips
they are sharp, almost fatal
cutting deeply, so easily
like the razors edge smoothly glidding
down along my skin, so cold
it's point steadily slidding
two sides, the same, gently parting
once one, now come undone
a crimson stream begins to flow
spilling upon the soils beneath me
seeping beyond it's earthly grains
wounded and withered
i stand alone, watching
and as life slowly disapates before my eyes
only emptiness remains
a hollowed shell waiting to crumble.
Kim.R.Marcotte