2 – Splintering

Bleary across the sense of skin
Each time I cross the breach again;
To no feeling it strikes akin
Except blistering fire rain.

Once to feel resisting borders,
Twice to bypass nervous orders
Repeat each stroke to set a course
Tearing with breath as cries go hoarse.

What heals is marked in scar dressed hands
Clasped on wounds I can’t understand.

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