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Cleansing the Wound

Motionless I lay curled on the floor
Savage tears crash into my ears
Drowning the sounds around
Un-fazing the thoughts radiating within
Muffling screams of wailing with memory soaked blankets
Warm, crippling lacerations taste metallic and true
Festering as I lay day to day
Night after night
Ridding the infection I must endure violent pain within
Lancing the wounds
Squeezing the vile infection of all its treacherous anguish
I watch as the salt burns away the pestilence
Cauterize the seeping heart as it gushes uncontrollably
Obliged leeches work to rid the poisons
Pernicious thoughts swarm like flies
Seal with honey and cloth of linen
Wait for time to pass
The antiseptics will work and the wounds will fade
Till then, repeat
lance
squeeze
salt
cauterize
leeches
honey
cloths of linen
Till then

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