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by Pi Rae
Rated: · Poetry · Other · #1665470
Grief begets art.
You left me bleeding
Tiny cuts, coming from gaping rents in flesh.
Wounds that never heal
And reopen randomly,
Criss-crossing in horrid, ragged, angry lines.
Acid dissolution, void, vast amounts of bleeding nothing.
Pain, blinding, crippling, incapacitating, obliterating pain.
And now, I'm cleaning up YOUR mess.
What have you left me with?
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