The invisible scar
runs deep,
a secret ache pulses
in the heart of my being
as your ghost forever twists
the blade of your sadism.
anger?
sometimes.
regret?
often.
pain?
never-ending.
healing?
denied.
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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…
