Bullet Holes

Once more, the prompt:

Braille? Yes, that was my thought

Reverse Braille that you have to dig

Through until you reach some meaning

And messages arrive on time.

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Loud Braille? Is that a thing?

My head hurts but not from the touch

Of those words I’m still looking for

Even as I write down in this space.

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Victimized again? You can read me

All those gaps in skin like papyrus;

Skin that becomes yellowed and dead

And you read me now taking my lines

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Something left to touch…

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