These tears
Less fluid
More daggers
Cutting and obscuring the face

If anything can kill,
It’s this pain
And uncertainty

The body feels everything
But the heart, nothing
Clouded over by choice

The pain
Still inside
Sitting like a cancer
Unsuspected, until all at once:
In curable

Taking over
And killing


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