red welt
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a for real, thickened scar issue, side of face,
no metaphorical poetic imagery, inches long,
no ******** ugly sin, a red welt, a greeting 
from when I fainted one too many times

couldn’t locate from where I was bleeding,
saw blood on my knee, where it was pooling,
no idea I was gashed, where the mirror daily 
would say, see, evermore, see what you’ve done 

to me

*this, this, what to call it, so much more than a mark, 
it was a keyed residual, a bitterness kiss of go-to-hell,
a sneering wake up call, an every second wish-me-well,
saying schmuck, you can’t go back when once you’ve pressed*

**SEND**

some king you are...