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Shelley Kruger

Abstract Tragedy

Shelley Kruger

Abstract Tragedy

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love crucifixion scratch

A neon green blade puncturing my heart.

Old wounds.

You’re showered in red and lathered in markings of punishment, your private crucifixion.

In the corner of your carpet room, you repent.

I scratch at the hairs on your neck and they stand like little sticks.

My nose twitches and the salt sea rains down my cheeks; my empathy and your apathy twinkle in the night.

Sorrows song visits in your eyes.

An ending, ascending.

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