Ruin

I am taking a knife to my wounds.  

Over and over. 

You’re the split in my knee

The sprain in my ankle

The bruise on my head

The ache in my head

The twisting of my stomach

I’m the ointment

I’m the soother

I think not

I’m the unbrave 

The guns shooter.

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