All things broken, cleanly snapped apart,
fresh cuts & the pain emanates from
where the knife was pressed; against my lips,
a salty kiss on bleeding & cracked, fragile skin,
and all the branches torn down,
leaving fibrous streamers shining
in the morning sun.
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Please Don't Touch
PoezjaPlease Don't Touch is my first self-published book of poetry, written and published originally in 2012. #51 in Poetry, 3 June, 2017 #85 in Poetry, 4 June, 2017 #108 in Poetry, 25 May, 2017 #136 in Poetry, 26 May, 2017 #149 in Poetry, 24 May, 2017 #1...
