A Tear (A A T B) Comments

Life, without limbs, sights small mud pox to unbox; hits a faceless tiny tone, sightless, says no word, thrusts pain into my heart: waits for a fox in one eye, echoes deep, sharp emotion, painful reaction in me.

Dot forms a singular drop, strips a drape rape, and changes are made inside my body, increasing faster: hurt out eye escapes, wobbling its anger, seeing a mound pile like a rock.
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