Wash hands in broken glass
This smoke curls
Burns away blood
Consonant spill but
The waves never make it
To ears
Frantic replies
Ignored missives
Friends when needed
But just this smoke
And blood
Else times
Treatment like a cloudy needle
To make you feel…better
Used and discarded
Scattered in the shattered glass
You use to cut yourself
To remind
This is living
Pelgris 
Viseral, my hands flinched. Real.
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Thank you, I’m pleased I conveyed it so well.
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That’s a good answer! š
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