An open wound
A festering sore
Every jolt
A holiday
A memory
A garment
Brings an excruciating
Pang
An ache
That courses
To the fingertips
Grabs your throat
Brims eyes
Until you swallow it back
Or cry
And go on
And start over
Sunday, March 27, 2016
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