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Apr 2012
you're in the kitchen again
making coffee in the dark

grinding beans, grinding teeth
dark and bitter cups
cracked and cut

like her mind

that brilliant fogged mind

with fingers extendedΒ Β 
she grasps onto shards of glass
carving out
carving in
plummeting spurting crimson
Kate W
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