You hurt.
by Nadine Moawad


I have paper cuts on my neck and arms
from your touch, a black eye from looking
at your face, a scar on my cheek from talking
to you, and bruises from when you hug me.
Sleeping by your side, I burnt my body,
and walking next to you, I broke my legs.
My fingers wrap and cling onto your hand,
electrocuted by your very clutch.
Tears trip on the corners of my mouth.
You kiss me and I break - and bleed - and smile.






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