the cut
ignore it if you will
The Cut
it’s deep and raw and real
pretend if you must
The Cut
is whole and clean and sealed
as crust sugars over
The Cut
sweet, sad, poison annealed
dripping venom by the drop
oozing sweet melancholy
into the tarnished places in your soul.
The Cut
becomes yours before you know you have turned.
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Packs a punch!
I am loving Pamela the Poet. When you know words, you know words.
LOVE YOU!