Shawn L. Bird

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poem-slice December 4, 2019

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 9:55 am
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What invisible edge

slit skin on finger tip,

inserted pain into this day?

Blood dripped.

Every typed word

reminds me

danger lurks everywhere.

I face the consequences

alone.

 

 

2 Responses to “poem-slice”

  1. righteousbruin9 Says:
    December 4, 2019 at 10:04 am

    Most of what we face in life, we face alone-at least initially.

    Reply

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