Razor
Edging forward
Look and wonder why
I'm bleeding
Razors cut, but
nothing's in the shaver.
Careless hands and flying tongues await
the poor and needy, hearing only with an empty cup of hope
beneath a covered ceiling.
Countless foes
await inside my head when razors are
no longer on the outside.
Piercing membranes of my soul
Revealing tiny spots of blood
in shallow water.
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