Cut You

I wish my words

Could solidify

Molten metal

The way my mind

Forges my thoughts

With a heat so intense

The ends of my hair

Curl in, burnt crisp and

Tingling rage raising my

Body temp

I wish this

Hot, blue-steel

Knife in my brain

Could come out

Onto this page

And

Cut you

The way my pain does

Everyday


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