Cut, cut, cut
Endless pain; agony
A relief to my battered mind
My Soul; shattered
there, - the pinpointed spot
Exact – complete
lovely minutes of concentration
Here; filling to overflowing
sensations running
through Me
Soaking; searching for my broken weakness
so undeniable to Me
so unrestrained – just to let be
Just to let go; escape –
so vulnerable, I am, so fragile
split in two, torn in half
No Hope of stitching; mending
no repairing
not of these cuts
not of Me
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