These thoughts of you
Pulsing through my mind
Relentless temptations
To return
A hornets stinger
Pumping poison
Barbs digging deeper
Long after its death
A woman trying to coax
The poison out
With her lips
Is stung as well
I make a clumsy attempt with
An ornamental knife
At a physician's craft
I turn my eyes away
I stab blindly at the wound
The blood cools the pain
Now I can reach in with a finger
I feel for the sharpness
It is moving with the cunning of evolution
I feel bone
I rip at muscle and tendon
Until there is nothing left to hurt
Silence…
I remember to breathe
I clutch at the wound to slow the loss
I think of myself many years from now
A scar grows warm
I touch it lightly
Remembering

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