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Tiny, trembling hands
Sweaty knuckles
and lost promises
Misunderstandings and confusion,
Fireflies in the knight.
The night-lights of the world,
At my fingertips
Trying anything to please
Appease, and stop this
Verbal crucification
Words that slide into my ears
And lay eggs next to my nerve-endings
and emotional sensory systems
So that everytime glass shatters
It flies from the corners of my eyes.
And cuts and my face
Leaving tiny, invisible scars
to remind me:
it can't be undone.