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....written for a new friend who writes horror poetry...

Fragile

 

Even silence has a pulse,

a rhythm, only found in

shadows. The shadows where

blood flows down your arm

from the cuts of a dull blade.

These are jagged cuts

that zig zag along the vein,

and smile at the absurdity of

soft skin and the quiet

sound of a muted scream.

 

As I watch the blood pool

and coalesce on the floor,

I hear him laugh, saying,

“humans are such fragile things.”

 

Aztec Warrior / redzone 3.27.2026

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