there's a difference now
the ringing, unbearable hurt is dulled,
like a blunt edge of an unsharpened knife.
I can feel the soil fall through my fingertips,
getting stuck in the crevices of my nails.
digging faster, deeper
until everything is exposed.
uprooted. naked. bare.
everything is out in the open
the knife seems to be resharpened
for its cut hurts more than I recall.
the ache is back, but there's a difference now
you're the difference now
YOU ARE READING
the inevitable
Poetryunderestimate, unfold, understand. the third installment from words better left unspoken
