sometimes words leave bruises;
sometimes they leave gaping wounds
crossing the canyon of even one
could take light years black-blue.
sometimes words are butterfly pinned
before the chloroform sets in
and leave a scar who could defend
if it were visible to men.
and kill a star or two in you.
mary angela douglas `13 november 2021
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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