Plea

Maybe if I drag my feet
Everyone will know of the pain
I don’t speak of
Limping along like
That bruised battered dog
Incessant in its whining
Finding no human sound
To reach it’s trembling body
I’ve learned to sing his ignored songs

Maybe if I wipe my hands
As a butcher wipes
The blood off his dulled knife
Will you know
My intent is death
The cold sharp thrust
Of bone and marrow
Folding into itself, reshaping
Resounding pained focus
Drawn back into me from
The force of your desensitized stare

Plea

lolowe

Rockaway Beach, United States

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