Cauterie

 

As wounds bleed

A cleansing crimson

Warmth

 

Marking to blot

Out the razor’s slip

Of the tongue

 

Drawing its elements

Heals the untimely attempt

For even the body isn’t

Read to commit

 

Stitched up

And preserved to

Later fade the bloodstream

Memories

 

The marble formless

Once more

To be better carved

All the more

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