Dipping below the faultline

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

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