7. Open Wound

Speak
No
Evil,

Hear no evil
 
I think it’s pretty easy to            See                                                      
No evil,

This dark ring of clouds  encircle me,
Large.
Dark.
Forbidding tumours of the sky, swell in pockets of skin,
This red sky rising,
This dark ring falling.
 
My heart is worn openly,
As a
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of my thought.
I hide no shame, nor give it a name
I give my wound some air to wrap around it’s lungs.
 
Wounds scar,
Scars remain.
 
Your red flag is a fissure in my thought.
                                                     My pitiful broken heart. 

The End

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