Something unfamiliar, then:
a rush of pain
a shout
stench that covers my hands and my hair
and bleeding that I cannot quell.
why
I think, laying after
why did i do this
when he does not care about me
when this will mean nothing to him
But that is exactly why
and
realizing this, I smile
and turn away
***
A tile, at first glance
on second, something far more
insidious.
then,
blades between my fingers and
part of what drew me to you
in the first place
***
At some point, I must
not be
that rock
anymore
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