it will always hurt,
all trapped in that body of yours,
curled up like a weeping child
with no way of escape.
it will always hurt,
until we take a knife to cut open a hole.
step one:
you take the blade twisted between brittle bones,
press the tip against your heart
and push right through it.
step two:
repeat process.
repeat, repeat, until the hurt scarred over.

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