the edge
isn't four inches of space
for my foot to rest
comfortably,
it's the space
between
two faces,
two hearts,
two sides
of the blade
of a sword,
piercing
the bloodshot blue,
as I tip toe
upon the razor,
dripping drops of blood
imploding into the darkness
into a thousand twinkling stars.
isn't four inches of space
for my foot to rest
comfortably,
it's the space
between
two faces,
two hearts,
two sides
of the blade
of a sword,
piercing
the bloodshot blue,
as I tip toe
upon the razor,
dripping drops of blood
imploding into the darkness
into a thousand twinkling stars.
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