you throw open the doors
thrust out your chest
and bare your scars
like trophies of a life
indescribably regretful
you hand me the glass
a rough shard to magnify
the edges of your wounds
and you say
“examine
but don’t
judge…”
and all i want
is to pick out the flecks
of pain
like sand, never
letting
you
heal
your words are your pearls
beautiful
your voice screams your guilt
heaviest of metals
and all i want
is to bow to your agony

let me sew up your gashes
where your art escapes
and bleeds out your passion

…but no
if you stop bleeding
i’ll die.

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