The Shape of the wound

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the shape of my wound:

It’s that soft lemon squeezed inside of me, it paints the broken escalator like a black hole

shape:

It’s the wretched crackling of warm water hitting your beat-up head after the punches are thrown. The shape spreads out into tiny pin-pricks,

shape:

Bloody carpet, mine.