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Sarina
Poems
Aug 2012
compulsion
Through fissured blinds,
sunlight cuts
my toenails in half β
rosy polish
and pastel skin.
I recall a blade
once used against
my thigh,
until I left pale
hues for scarlet.
If possible,
my veins quiver,
and I recognize
a familiar yearning
from days past.
These thoughts are
sour grapes
that I must wince at,
even when the
flavor isnβt so bad.
My mind is a weapon
that wrestles itself;
I am on a seesaw,
teeter-tottering as
a toddler might.
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Sarina
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