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firework

black, hot pain

By Anna Lundy CookPublished 3 years ago • 1 min read
firework
Photo by Erwan Hesry on Unsplash

was another time.

i was another place.

i was dull.

i didn't understand.

i was sacrificed.

i was broken.

i was bloodied.

i didn't know.

i was innocent.

i was hands stained red.

i was screaming.

i didn't mean to.

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    Written by Anna Lundy Cook