Wednesday, October 25, 2017

Moderate Cruelty (Day 280)

Tepid, aglow with the cuprous 
sweat of self-loathing, you 
resort to moderate cruelty 
again and again
that was always your way
of containing the steady trickle
of commentary—expert at everything
you do—that accrues 
in the pit of your stomach
day by day and no matter where
you look you are insensate 
to the shards of beauty 
that slice and snag your skin
with every blundering step you take
unable to understand that there 
are miles of possibility
at your feet



(c) 2017, by Hannah Six

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