FINIS

FINIS

Let there be a switch. A knob.

A handle to turn, to close

the cupboard where the cold,

red terror burned so long.

Let the habit of natter

be silenced. Let the aching

taste of sour simply stop.

And may the texture

of release spread 

like a smooth satin scarf

across the scar.

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