Paper Cut


Infinitesimal sparks of light, stars fallen from another universe,
speckle in their eyes
As they stir and wake, hating the world for the first time
Naked, at mercy of the cold air, a slicing sharp paper cut
That stings all throughout an endless life of unwitting crime
Created by strange hands, destined to become the poison they pick
Withering into skeletons, twisted and ugly and bent
To match the minds and the hearts that made them that way
And the paper cuts, they never relent.

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