silver

Knife in hand

I slashed my palm

And Lick my own blood with delight

.

As I was looking at an ephemeral image

On this sharp silver strand of steel

I fell to a standstill & grew so much, more delighted

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And so, snatched I

A handful of palliative sand

Covering then myself down, down right to the ground

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