Pointless Poem by Alex Night

Pointless



And we've gotten to the point
where the bruises get smaller
and the knife's slice
doesn't hurt in the shallow
but spews my blood.
The empty crib no longer
haunts me because
I have lost sight.
Now
I will say
I Love You.
But in the long run,
you shall be punished.

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Alex Night

Alex Night

Bronx, New York
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