Sting Poem by Cait Oiler

Sting



I'd bleed for you,

But I've forgotten the pain,
The short pressure,
The sting,
The overflow of emotion,
As the empty drifts away,
I've forgotten almost everything…

But if I close my eyes,
I can still see,

The faint ivory lines,
And savor the feeling of release.

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