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Harm of the past
I’ve been here before,
at war with whispers,
eyes on the dysfunctional line,
that separates my hand from wrist.
But this time there won’t be touch,
for I have set a boundary with myself,
to love better than with a knife.
at war with whispers,
eyes on the dysfunctional line,
that separates my hand from wrist.
But this time there won’t be touch,
for I have set a boundary with myself,
to love better than with a knife.
Published 2nd Aug 2022
Author's Note
Not to worry, me and the knife are only chefs hand in hand now
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