rip

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hate

with the percision of surgical gauz

the wound is cut again

sliced with rusted scalples

riddled by a shaky hand

the searing intensity blinds one to rage

the actions become reactions

even instinctional response

so the cutting begins

deeper with each endowed stroke.

the subjects soul becomes

the hamburger for tomorrows effort

in the abstract wimper the surgeon

wipes away a tear

as its going to longer then ever now..

Author's Notes/Comments: 

stiches are never an option...

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