I wish words were
cathartic,
the letters could
burrow in the empty crags,
behind where pain
had eaten in
and mend the holes
beneath the skin.
melt the membrane,
the empty drum
covering the rift,
complete the vision
where sorrow
leaves a blank
and derision.
I wish words were
cathartic
and not just
empty.



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