Punctured!
Sharp metal
wounds the wound,
over and over,
end to end.
Heal yourself!
The thread taunts the body,
and the body
self-heals,
expels the thread,
collects another scar.
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Poems to Save the World
A version of this poem first appeared on Bluesky. Whispered into the acoustic sensors of the sleeping dreaming android, it prompted the electric sheep to generate one more tomorrow…
