Cut the flowA Poem by james l navas
I sit in the dark.
surrounded, warm water comforts, eventually even this turns. Biting. exposed flesh turns raw, I cut the flow Succumb to the cold pain protect me shelter me I can't see. Water once rinsed clean almost pure free from emotion anything could be forced to drain, But I cut the flow. exposed myself sacrificed inside to save flesh,
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