The paper cut.

The paper cut.

A Poem by andrew mitchell

The paper cut.
The paper cut ran deep
through the heart;
sharp, slow, stinging
overwhelming so,
not from the paper itself.
But the text,
the chosen words
the note carried
that sliced and diced
   when read.
     
      "It's over!"

© 2016 andrew mitchell


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Added on May 16, 2016
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andrew mitchell
andrew mitchell

adelaide, Australia



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