a poem by Melyssa G. Sprott, USA - poetry writer, author, poet

Abuse the body to distract the mind,
soft between loneliness I stare—
fighting the ailment within the mirror.
Soundless, these bleeding wounds,
bullets of rage honor memories—
there’s nowhere left to hide.
Mass graves of agony raised,
silently commanded by the past—
this bleeding never stops.

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