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slivers
of the mirror
slip
under my skin
with your words
so sharp
so quick
it almost doesn't hurt
in fact
relief
as pain and pressure
release
flow
like blood
like tears
washing away
the rot
from these
festering wounds
of the soul
About the Creator
Maia Gadwall the metAlchemist
I fell in love with speculative fiction and poetry many years ago, but I have precious little time to write any. Then, I went crazy and started a cult called metAlchemy, or meta alchemy. I revere energy of all brands, esp. good, kind chaos.
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