Pain is the hypnotic drip
of scarlet red ink
as it runs down a silenced palm.
Pain is the image of fear
on the crystalline, placid face
of an overly-trustful friend.
Pain is the streaking paths
left by the oveans in her eyes
after the tempest has hit.
Pain is the greedy sword
that aims at the lives of others
but hits the heart of the yielder.
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