Embittered

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Lessons Learned

I pull apart still-fresh wounds

So you can see into them-

The dead scabs falling off,

The blood seeping still wet.

I do so hoping you’ll blow

Into my scars, ameliorating me.



But you just speak those

Salt-soaked words

That make me spill them out

Again through eyes

Fed up with your bitterness.

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