016gm16m Hidden Pain Poem by Manonton Dalan

016gm16m Hidden Pain



i squat similar to indian chief
use my finger to draw an abstract
on semi-wet sand; i am unskilled
i'm tracing your name; i can't write
without lifting my fingers on lower case
so as my very long name; lip-tied

i use my palm to erase everything
sharp edge of shell scratch me
i feel the pain but it didn't bleed
it is there but you can only touch
just like what you're feeling now
your smile has mask it pretty well

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