Threaded through a needle.
With no wish to close a hole.
Has blindsided squinting eyes,
Unexpecting a step upon a toe.
Motives to get over,
A held emotion no one knows...
Can't always be denied,
What shows to be exposed.
Sliced to feel the cut,
Deep to someone's gut.
Will not prevent the bleeding,
Of a pain that hurts so much.
Sliced to feel the cut,
Deep enough into one's gut...
Leaves a scarring too real it's revealed,
When one is picked purposely...
To be needled then ripped to bits by it.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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