Challenge
Pain
Poetry Only
Incision
Crimson seeps, smirking
from the open wound of
what could have been
Foresight is a stronger sound
than the whispers of regret
Unnatural entry,
cuts that separate heroes
from their legends and
force their bearers into tombs
Violent beginnings, violent ends
A crumpled form
leaned against wall and frame
stalks slowly to meet her needs
Three years past, reflections are murky
Each step takes a lifetime
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