Write As Rea

The happy intersection between what I want to write and what people want to read.

In the dark I watch

as the lights crawl up the foothills

of the mountainside lined against a dark sky and

wonder

why my shattered heart has edges

still jagged and undulled by time.

Those edges are yet poised to cut

as if there were something left to break.

If time heals all wounds

when is it planning on getting ’round to

mine?

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